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