Born to open for 
Mankind nature's door 
A life known by a few 
 
And those who knew that shared 
Their knowledge fewer cared 
About what plants could do 
 
For most felt it was mad to conceive 
That plants thought, felt, and moved quite like we 
But with instruments Bose would devise 
Would take Science itself by a surprise, so 
 
On we go to where who knows 
To a place where there's still non-believers 
What will it take for heaven sakes 
For those who find what's real too hard to believe in 
It's that same old story again. 
 
Born of slaves who died 
Too soon to realize 
The need his life would be 
 
Selflessy he gave 
His wisdom to a way 
Where first no minds would see 
 
He said if farm land was to be rich 
We must plant crops to replenish it 
But it took him persuasion and tests 
To convince them Canver's way was best, so 
 
On we go to where who knows 
To a place where there's still non-believers 
What will it take for heaven sakes 
For those who find what's real too hard to believe in 
It's that same old story again.