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

I've found this Candide lyric over the years to be very moving. Just watched this version on YouTube. It gave me goosebumps. So lovely.