| Dm | F | Am | G |
| Verse 1: |
| G | C | E | Am | |
| For | seven | years I've | stood right | here |
| Dm | F | G | |
| And the | flowers grow | green by | day |
| G | C | E | Am | |
| All for the | yarns that | I was | told |
| Dm | Bb | Dm | Am | |
| I | spread my | arms when | they grew | cold |
| Dm | F | C | |
| And | warded | off the | rain |
| Chorus: |
| C | G | |
| The | bigger the tree, the | deeper the root |
| F | C | |
| The | grass that is trodden | underfoot |
| Am | |
| Give it | time |
| Dm | F | C | |
| And it'll | surely | rise a | gain |
| Dm | F | Am | G |
| Verse 2: |
| I'm rocked by winds and I'm soaked by rains |
| And I'll bow and sometimes bend |
| Until I fall and crush the forms |
| Of a few small friends who stood through storms |
| And who will rise again |
| (chorus) |
| (guitar solo over verse and chorus chords) |
| Verse 3: |
| It's laughter? dust, the Derby's just |
| Redo? it or be done |
| Wild? to wind and wise to pain |
| Wizard of the worldly game |
| Treasoned into trust |
| (chorus) |
| (guitar solo over verse and chorus chords to fade) |
| If anyone knows the real lyrics, especially the third verse, |
| I would greatly appreciate someone sending them to me. |
| *** submitted by Hirsch Freeman |
| *** send comments or corrections to drumbo@geocities.com |