Lyrics

There was a Persian king Who wanted to know What he could say on Every occasion That always would be so Illusions, circles and changes Illusions, always changing Like the wind and the rain He summoned three wise men From his eternal throne One from each border Gave them his order To write words always true The wise men thought so hard For a night and day Found these words to say on Every occasion These things too shall pass away All songs © 1969 by Thomas D. Rapp - ALL RIGHTS RESERVED