Well she sits at the gates of the city
She cries out loud to anyone who'll hear, 'Come near'
On the highest place in all the land
Where all paths come together she takes her stand alone
Well the people come from far and near
Some don't see and some don't hear her cry, I wonder why'

Wisdom
Wisdom
Wisdom
Come to me.

She is life to those who find her
She is joy to those who seek to hold her near, do you hear
Her embrace is worth much more than gold
Like a jewel so precious that can't be bought or sold
But the people pass her by each day
Never see her on their way
Oh why, hear her cry.

Wisdom
Wisdom
Wisdom
Come to me.

I have seen a house in the street below
I have watched the foolish come and go
From the one who spreads her bed with linens and lies
Her embrace will exact such an awful toll
In the end it will cost them their very soul
Through the shadows they slip and fall
So removed within her walls from

Wisdom
Wisdom
Wisdom
Come to me.