History merely repeats itself
Nothing in this world is truly new
The sea churns as it feeds from the river at it's mouth
The wind blows across the land from north to south
The laboring man spends his life getting nowhere
Meaningless
It's all meaningless
All my life and labor is foolish
And now I don't have a reason anymore
Come now be merry drink your drink
Devour your feast don't stop to think
Tomorrow you could be gone far away
So gather ye rosebuds while he may
Tomorrow you could like in a silent grave
Pawing the dust and awaiting the end of time
Fear your God this is all I know