Grateful Dead St. Stephen Lyrics:
Saint Stephen with a rose, in and out of the
garden he goes, Country garden in the wind and the
rain, Wherever he goes the people all complain.

Stephen prospered in his time, well he may and he
may decline. Did it matter, does it now? Stephen
would answer if he only knew how. Wishing well
with a golden bell, bucket hanging clear to hell,
Hell halfway twixt now and then, Stephen fill it
up and lower down and lower down again.

Lady finger, dipped in moonlight, writing "What
for?" across the morning sky. Sunlight splatters,
dawn with answer, darkness shrugs and bids the day
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goodbye.

Speeding arrow, sharp and narrow, What a lot of
fleeting matters you have spurned. Several seasons
with their treasons, Wrap the babe in scarlet
colors, call it your own. Did he doubt or did he
try? Answers aplenty in the bye and bye, Talk
about your plenty, talk about your ills, One man
gathers what another man spills.

Saint Stephen will remain, all he's lost he shall
regain, Seashore washed by the suds and foam, Been
here so long, he's got to calling it home.

Fortune comes a crawlin', calliope woman, spinnin'
that curious sense of your own. Can you answer?
Yes I can. But what would be the answer to the
answer man?
Lyrics: St. Stephen, Grateful Dead [end]