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 gra*s 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 gra*s 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 gra*s that is trodden underfoot Give it time and it will surely rise again