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