Under the Sun (Sister)

All things are wearisome
More than one can express
The eye is not satisfied with seeing
Nor the ear with hearing
What has been is what will be
What has been done is what will be done
There is nothing new under the sun

Sister, our roles are reversed -- see
Sister, our lives have dispersed

I know I make you wearisome
More than you can express
My heart is not satisfied by your love
Nor my soul with singing
What must be is what will be
What must be done is what will be done
There is nothing new under the sun

Sister, our roles are reversed -- see
Sister, our lives have dispersed

All streams run to the sea
Yet the sea is not full
To the place where the rivers flow
Will they continue to flow
I don't know

All things are wearisome
The eye is not satisfied
Nor the ear
What must be is what must be
What must be done is what must be done
There is nothing new under the sun

Sister, our roles are reversed -- see
Sister, our lives have dispersed

Sister, our roles are reversed -- see
Sister, our lives have dispersed

©1997 Deborah Hocking