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