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