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You've been a fool, and so have I |
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But come. I'll be your (and be my) wife. |
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And let us try, before we die |
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To make some sense of life. |
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We're neither pure, nor wise, nor good. |
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We'll do the best we know. |
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We'll build our house and chop our wood |
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And make our garden grow... |
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And make our garden grow. |
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I thought the world was sugar cake |
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For so our master said. |
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But now I'll teach my hands to bake |
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Our loaf of daily bread. |
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We're neither pure, nor wise, nor good. |
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We'll do the best we know. |
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We'll build house and chop our wood. |
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And make our garden grow... |
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And make our garden grow. |
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Let dreamers dream |
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What worlds they please. |
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Those Edens can't be found. |
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The sweetest flowers, the fairest trees |
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Are grown in solid ground. |
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We're neither pure, nor wise, nor good. |
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We'll do the best we know. |
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We'll build our house and chop our wood |
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And make our garden grow... |
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And make our garden grow. |
