Tell me brother, where is the meaning

What does man gain, from all his labor

All the rivers run down to the ocean

Yet the sea is never full



What is twisted, can never be straightened

What is lacking can never be counted

For with wisdom, comes much sorrow

The more that's known, the more we grieve in pain



I was a teacher, the King of all of Israel

I was a wise man, the wisest in the land

I was a rich man, I built the greatest houses

But without the hand of God, my life could have no meaning

It's just chasing after (chasing after the wind)



The eye will never, have enough of seeing

The ear will never, hear enough to fill

There is nothing, new beneath the heavens

What has been will someday come again



All my wisdom, all of my labor

Are as folly, in the sight of God

For the wise man, and the fool are not remembered

They will die and be forgotten all the same



You are a teacher, the lord of all the kingdom

You are a wise man, the wisest in the land

You are a rich man, You refuse your heart no pleasure

But without the hand of God, Your life will have no meaning

You're just chasing after (chasing after the wind)