REQ: Make Our Garden Grow from CANDIDE

[Lynn Heinemann]

Can anyone help me out? I'm looking for the lyrics to the finale from
Bernstein's CANDIDE.

Thanks!

--Lynn

[The Warped Vinyl Junkie]

heine (Lynn Heinemann) wrote in message...

Hiya, Lynn! My script for the '56 version of Candide is still packed, along
with my '56 OC LP, the '73 OC LP, and the most recent Bernstein-conducted
version on CD, but even with all the revisions the libretto went through,
I'm not sure that there was any difference at all between any of those
versions, and the '86 revision for the New York City Opera, from which I
take this lyric. Hope it helps.

JohnnyO

Finale: Make Our Garden Grow
(Leonard Bernstein/RIchard Wilbur; probable contribution from John LaTouche;
possible contribution from Stephen Sondheim)
Candide (Opera House version)

CANDIDE:
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.

CUNEGONDE:
I thought the world was sugarcake,
For so our master said;
But now I'll teach my hands to bake
Our loaf of daily bread.

BOTH:
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.

BOTH, with OLD LADY, PAQUETTE, MAXIMILIAN, and VOLTAIRE:
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.

ALL, with CHORUS:
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.