Century Plant

Outside my house is a cactus plant

They call the century tree

Only once in a hundred years

It flowers gracefully

And you never know when it will bloom

Hey, do you want to come out

And play the game

It's never too late

Hey, do you want to come out

And play the game

It's never too late

Clementine Hunter was fifty-four before she packed up her pain

Old Uncle Taylor was eighty-one when he rode his bike

Across the plains of ChinaUh huh

And the sun was shining on that day

Just like today

Didn't know how to tell her for over thirty years

Kept locked up inside himself

No one saw the tears

Then she went away

And he woke up that day

So he went back to college at the age of sixty-three

Graduated with honors with an agriculture degree

And he joined up the Peace Corps at the age of sixty-nine

And he rode the grand rapids at the age of eighty-five

Now he brings roses to his sweetheart

She lives most anywhere

He sees someone suffering

He knows that despair

He offers them a rose

And some quiet prose

About dancing in a shimmering ballroom

Cause you never know when they will bloom