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)