Same Old Story
Born to open for mankind nature's door
A life known by a few
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
Selflessly 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