These Things Too

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