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
And make our garden grow

I thought the world
Was sugar cake
For so our master said
But, now I'll teach
My hands to bake
Our loaf of daily bread

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
And make our garden grow

Let dreamers dream
What worlds they please
Those edens can't be found
The sweetest flowers
The fairest trees
Are grown in solid ground

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
And make our garden grow!