Generations come, generations go, but the world stays just the same
the sun still rises, and it still goes down
going wearily back to where it must start all over again
the wind blows south, the wind blows north, round and round and back again
Every river flows into the sea, but the sea is not yet full
The water returns to where the rivers began
and, starts all over again
Everything leads to weariness,
a weariness too great for words.
Our eyes can never see enough to be satisfied,
our ears can never hear enough
What has happened before will happen again
What has been done before ,will be done again
There is nothing new in the whole world
"Look" they say,"here is something new !"
But no, it has all happened before, long before we were born
No one remember what has happened in the past, and,
No one in days to come will remember what happens between now and then