Candide: Make Our Garden Grow

Okay, so sopranos, you're on the hot seat

To bar 44, just the end of "make our garden, make our garden grow," heading to the a cappella

And, sopranos, make sure that you make space so that the high notes can soar

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