Song of the Week

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The Wisdom Of Time
(W. Robinson, P. Moffett, C. Burston) - Produced by "Smokey" Robinson

Baby crawls before he walks
He coos and mumbles before he talks

As the world turns we live and learn with the wisdom of time
As the world turns we live and learn with the wisdom of time

Growing up through years of wonder
While some grow older and some go under

Life seems a strain
But it stands to gain with the wisdom of the time
Yesterday we've been separated
Today our thoughts should be integrated

Divided we'll fall or together stand tall with the wisdom of time
Yeah, Divided we'll fall or together stand tall with the wisdom of time

Time the healer of wounds
The sealer of fate
With the greatest power to educate

Through your wisdom teach us not into hate
Before it's not too late

Narrow minds keep us locked up tight, but
Broader minds are the key to what's right
So let's keep hopin'
For minds to get open with the wisdom of time

Baby crawls before he walks
He coos and mumbles before he talks

As the world turns we live and learn with the wisdom of time
As the world turns we live and learn with the wisdom of time

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