Introduction:

“Wisdom of the Ages” is a song by Elvis Presley released in 1965 as part of the soundtrack for the film Harum Scarum. The song, written by Bill Giant, Bernie Baum, and Florence Kaye, is a poignant ballad that reflects on the importance of love, compassion, and understanding in a world often filled with conflict and strife.

The lyrics of “Wisdom of the Ages” convey a message of peace and harmony, urging listeners to embrace kindness and forgiveness. Presley’s soulful vocals and the song’s lush orchestral arrangement create a powerful and moving listening experience.

While not one of Elvis’s biggest hits, “Wisdom of the Ages” remains a significant part of his discography. It showcases his versatility as an artist and his ability to connect with audiences on an emotional level. The song’s timeless message of peace and understanding continues to resonate with listeners today.

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