Vanity Lyrics

That which has been
Is what will be
That which is done
Is what will be done
There is nothing new
Under the sun
There is no remembrance
Of former things
A time for birth
And a time to die
A time to kill
And a time to heal
A time to love
And a time to hate
A time of war
And a time of peace
Looking on the works
My hands had done
And on the labor
In which I had toiled
All was vanity
Grasping for the wind
There was no profit
Under the sun
A time for birth
And a time to die
A time to kill
And a time to heal
A time to love
And a time to hate
A time of war
And a time of peace
What is crooked
Cannot be made straight
What is lacking
Cannot be numbered
In much wisdom
Is much grief
Who increases knowledge
Increases sorrow
A time for birth
And a time to die
A time to kill
And a time to heal
A time to love
And a time to hate
A time of war
And a time of peace