Candide, Act II: Finale - Make Our Garden Grow

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
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 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 flow'rs, 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