Besedila: Six Pence None The Richer. Fatherless And The Widow. Meaningless.

history merely repeats itself nothing in this world is
truly new the sea churns as it feeds from the river
at its 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
feasts don't stop to think tomorrow you could be
gone far away so gather ye rosebuds while ye

may tomorrow you could lie in a silent grave
pawing the dust and awaiting the end of time-
fear your God this is all I know
meaningless it's all meaningless all
my life and labor is foolish and now,
i don't have a reason a reason to
live anymore