You’ve been a fool and so have iBut come I’ll be your wifeAnd let us try before we dieTo make some sense of lifeWe’re neither pure nor wise nor goodWe’ll do the best we knowWe’ll build our house and chop our woodAnd make our garden growAnd make our garden growI thought the world was sugar cakeFor so our master saidBut now I’ll teach my hands to bakeOur loaf of daily breadWe’re neither pure nor wise nor goodWe’ll do the best we knowWe’ll build house and chop our woodAnd make our garden growAnd make our garden growLet dreamers dream what worlds they pleaseThose edens can’t be foundThe sweetest flowersThe fairest treesAre grown in solid groundWe’re neither pure nor wise nor goodWe’ll do the best we knowWe’ll build our house and chop our woodAnd make our garden growAnd make our garden grow