You've been a fool and so have I, 



But come and be my wife, 



And let us try before we die 



To make some sense of life. 







We're neither pure nor wise nor good; 



We'll do the best we know. 



We'll build our house, and chop our wood, 



And make our garden grow. 







CUNEGONDE 



I though the world was sugarcake, 



For so our master said; 



But now I'll teach my hands to bake 



Our loaf of daily bread. 







CUNEGONDE, CANDIDE 



We're neither pure nor wise nor good; 



We'll do the best we know. 



We'll build our house, and chop our wood, 



And make our garden grow. 







CUNEGONDE, OLD LADY, PAQUETTE, CANDIDE, GOVERNOR, MAXIMILIAN, PANGLOSS 



Let dreamers dream what worlds they please; 



Those Edens can't be found. 



The sweetest flowers, the fairest trees 



Are grown in solid ground. 







CUNEGONDE, OLD LADY, PAQUETTE, CANDIDE, GOVERNOR, MAXIMILIAN, PANGLOSS, CHORUS 



We're neither pure nor wise nor good; 



We'll do the best we know. 



We'll build our house, and chop our wood, 



And make our garden grow. 







PANGLOSS 



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