The Seekers were an Australian folk group in the 60s. This clip comes from their final concert in ’68. The final verse goes:
If they gave me a fortune
My pleasure would be small
I could lose it all tomorrow
And never mind at all
But if I should lose your love, dear
I don’t know what I’d do
For I know I’ll never find another you
Why on earth do people write wildly idealistic lyrics like that? It wasn’t just the times, the crazy 60s, because poets and dreamers have been saying outlandishly wonderful things like this for ages. We say things like this because our hearts know there is Something beyond the ho-hum whatever we’re facing at the moment. We get hints, whispers and foretastes of it, as in romance. Then we extol the hint as the Thing itself, because the mini-experience still outperforms everything else. Significantly, these almost UFO-like sightings of the Something cannot be gotten through money or power or status or any other fraudulent mechanism of control everyone is running after. They just happen to us, like falling in love.
“If they gave me a fortune, my pleasure would be small. I could lose it all tomorrow and never mind at all.” In other words, Philippians 3:7-11.