Watch it come comin'
Watch it move on
Through quilted fields, golden snow
Forgettin' where it was sown
I sit here and hope she knows which way to go
Watch it come tumblin'
Hoppin' out over roads
Lookin' for some, some big one-on-one
With honey it hardly knows
I sit here and hope she knows which way to go
So it roams
That old Canola Soul
I sit here and hope she knows which way to go
Watch it come comin'
Watch it move on
Through quilted fields, golden snow
Forgettin' where it was sown
I sit here and hope she knows which way to go
There's talk of it mutatin'
Into something they can't control
But all that fuss ain't for people like us
Who know a real soul
I sit here and hope she knows which way to go
Oh so it roams
That old Canola Soul
I sit here and hope she knows which way to go
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