Fairport Convention Wizard Of The Worldly Game
For seven years I've stood right here And the flowers ?don't be? by day All for the yarns that I was told I spread my arms when they grew cold And warded off the rain The bigger the tree, the deeper the roots The grass that is trodden underfoot Give it time and it will surely rise again I'm rocked by winds and am soaked by rains And I bow and sometimes bend Until I fall and crush the forms Of a few small friends who stood through storms And will surely rise again The bigger the tree, the deeper the roots The grass that is trodden underfoot Give it time and it will surely rise again It's . . . dust, the Derby's just We do . . . done ?Wild to wind? and wise to pain Wizard of the worldly game Treason into trust The bigger the tree, the deeper the roots The grass that is trodden underfoot Give it time and it will surely rise again
