Words of the Preacher, king in the haze Vanity of vanities, all in a daze Toil under the sun, what does it gain? Generations flicker like neon rain Sun rises and sets in endless parade Wind circles round in the game we've played Streams to the sea, never filled, never through All is weariness, darling, me and you All is vanity, striving after wind Nothing new under the sun, where do we begin? Pleasure and wisdom, toil and despair Chasing the shadows in perfumed air I built the houses, planted the vines Silver and gold, concubines divine Laughter is madness, pleasure a lie Eyes never satisfied, ears never sigh Time for weeping, time for the dance Time to embrace in a fleeting romance God put eternity deep in the heart But who can unravel the end from the start? All is vanity, a breath in the night Eat, drink, find joy in the flickering light For tomorrow the dust claims the dream Striving for nothing, or so it would seem Fear God, keep the commandments, my love This is the whole of it, under above Vanity of vanities, echoes remain All is vanity... again and again... All is vanity... under the sun. Time for weeping, time for the dance Time to embrace in a fleeting romance God put eternity deep in the heart But who can unravel the end from the start? All is vanity, a breath in the night Eat, drink, find joy in the flickering light For tomorrow the dust claims the dream Striving for nothing, or so it would seem Fear God, keep the commandments, my love This is the whole of it, under above Vanity of vanities, echoes remain All is vanity... again and again... All is vanity... under the sun.
