Bernstein: Candide, Act II: No. 29, Nothing More Than This

Is it this, the meaning of my life?

The sacred trust I treasured

Nothing more than this?

All of my hope and pleasure

No more than this?

The love I dreamed and cried for

Nothing more than this?

All that I killed and died for

No more than this?

That smile, that face

That halo around it

That youth, that charm, that grace

Behold, I have found it

Nothing more than this

No more than this

What did you dream

Angel face with flaxen hair?

Soul as dead as face was fair

Did you ever care?

Yes, you cared for what these purses hold

You cared for gold

You cared for gold

Take it for my kiss

My bitter kiss

Since it was this you wanted

No more than this