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 |