| Song | Wizard Of The Worldly Game |
| Artist | Fairport Convention |
| Album | Angel Delight |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : Nicol, Swarbrick | |
| For seven years I've stood right here | |
| And the flowers grow green 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 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 | |
| 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 laughter dust, the Derby's just | |
| Be do be law be done | |
| Wile to win and wise to pain | |
| Wizard of the worldly game | |
| Treasoned 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 |
| zuo ci : Nicol, Swarbrick | |
| For seven years I' ve stood right here | |
| And the flowers grow green 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 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 | |
| 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 laughter dust, the Derby' s just | |
| Be do be law be done | |
| Wile to win and wise to pain | |
| Wizard of the worldly game | |
| Treasoned 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 |
| zuò cí : Nicol, Swarbrick | |
| For seven years I' ve stood right here | |
| And the flowers grow green 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 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 | |
| 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 laughter dust, the Derby' s just | |
| Be do be law be done | |
| Wile to win and wise to pain | |
| Wizard of the worldly game | |
| Treasoned 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 |