You've been a fool and so have i But come I'll be your 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 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
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