Vanity of vanities says the preacher
Vanity of vanities under the sun
Vanity of vanities says the preacher
No end to the struggle and toil of the laborin’ ones.

One generation passes away
And another rises to take its place
The brilliant, golden orb of heaven ascends and returns to where it began.
The wind whirls its breath from north to south on its circuit through the trees
And the sea is never completely full from the river’s gift from the land.

Vanity of vanities says the preacher
Vanity of vanities under the sun
Vanity of vanities says the preacher
No end to the struggle and toil of the laborin’ ones.

The eye is never satisfied with seeing,
Nor are our ears filled with hearing
And what has been is what will be
You can look all you want, but you’ll never find anything new under the sun,
And if all things past are forgotten,
You think anyone’s gonna remember little ol’ me?

Vanity of vanities says the preacher
Vanity of vanities under the sun
Vanity of vanities says the preacher
No end to the struggle and toil of the laborin’ ones.

What does man have for all the labor and striving which he does?
For all his days are sorrow
And his work is pain.
None of us can search out or understand all God’s actions from beginning to end.
So there’s nothing better than to rejoice and do good and drink in that cool, refreshing rain

Vanity of vanities says the preacher
Vanity of vanities under the sun
Vanity of vanities says the preacher
No end to the struggle and toil of the laborin’ ones.
But there’s an end to the struggle and toil of the laborin’ ones,
Cause there’s rest in the Father’s arms for His daughters and sons.
There’s an end to the struggle and toil of the laborin’ ones.