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

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