[Verse 1]
I know of an old man, one who has lived a long time
I know of an old man, one who has lived a long time
He is so gentle when he asks me what has happened to me
If the Sun has burnt me
I talk and seek comfort, he rocks in his chair
He says with a crack in his voice: "There is nothing new under the sun"
[Verse 2]
But what does it matter, the things before me?
But what does it matter, the things before me?
No, what hurts me the most about all that he knew
Are his sad eyes
What do I have waiting for me there in the chair?
When he is so sad there, there's nothing new under the sun