Under the sun

what do you gain from all that you've done

everything comes to an end

ages will go and ages will come

and who will remember you then

all that has been it will be again

what has been done will be done

clouds will return at the end of the rain

and nothing is new, nothing under the sun

what if i build you a house or a park

what if i bought you a slave

silver and gold and the treasure of kings

with satin to line your grave

as sure as the dust will return to the ground

your knowledge will soon be gone

as sure as a man should enjoy what he does

nothing is new, nothing under the sun

so everything is meaningless and so we carry on

until we face the consequence of everything we've done