All the streams run to the sea
But the sea is not full
Everything weary me
More than I can say
The eye
Is not satisfied
With just seeing
Or the ear filled with hearing
What will be is what has been
Vanity of vanities
I can feel the wind to the east
Round, round and round
The eye
It is not satisfied
With just seeing
Or the ear filled with hearing
But the sea is not full
Everything weary me
More than I can say
The eye
Is not satisfied
With just seeing
Or the ear filled with hearing
What will be is what has been
Vanity of vanities
I can feel the wind to the east
Round, round and round
The eye
It is not satisfied
With just seeing
Or the ear filled with hearing