Sunday, June 12, 2011

Make Our Garden Grow


"Make Our Garden Grow"
by Richard Wilbur
from Candide  (1956)

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!

Simply the greatest Broadway song and most glorious musical theatre finale ever written ... with Leonard Bernstein's music and Wilbur's lyrics.   That's all I really need to say ... it's. just. staggering.

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