Old Khayyam

mp3 Bimini Road performs the tune.

Based on verses from the Fitzgerald translation of "The Rubaiyat of Omar Khayyam."

Oh, come with Old Khayyam
And leave the wise to talk
One thing is certain,
And the rest are lies and you walk,
And one thing is certain:
Time flies!
The rose that has bloomed
Once now forever dies.

The moving finger writes
And having writ, moves on
And you'll not bring it back
With clever wit, it's gone.
You'll try but cannot
Forget.
And all your tears won't
Change a word of it.

Ah, make the most of what
We yet may spend before
We turn into Dust
There at the end it is just
Dust unto Dust
What then?
No wine, no song,
No singer, without end