Words of the Abbot

Born 1822, from humble means he came
A quiet academic, bound into a holy order
Engrossed in study of a typical sativum
A famed discovery was observed

Father of our modern understanding
Of what's flowing through our veins
Finder of the pieces hidden deep away in you and me
Heed what the abbot has to say
His truth will show the way

What paves the way for the complexities of life?
Is there a code that can determine future, form, and figure?
A simple rationale of blending would suffice
Yet persevering patience will confirm

Father of our modern understanding
Of what's flowing through our veins
Finder of the pieces hidden deep away in you and me
Heed what the abbot has to say
His truth will show the way!

A brilliant find was cast aside
Lost within its time
No favor in sight
A blow to his pride

Whoa-oh-oh
If only words would flow more freely
They'd know how
This work is worth more than they see
And I'd show them all
The greatest finding of our century
No
I'm at the mercy of my mind
Years spent in careful study
Not recognized or dignified
Thrown away and forced to wait
For another day
My time will come!

He never lived to see his findings justified
Yet thankfully his studies did arise

Father of our modern understanding
Of what's flowing through our veins
Finder of the pieces hidden deep away in you and me
Heed what the abbot has to say

Father of our modern understanding
(If only words would flow more freely)
Of what's flowing through our veins
(This work is worth more than they see)
Finder of the pieces hidden deep away in you and me
(The greatest finding of our century)
Heed what the abbot has to say
His truth will show the way (my truth will show the way)
Whoa-oh
His truth will show the way! (my truth will show the way!)
Whoa-oh