GRATEFUL DEAD - Saint Stephen lyrics

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Saint stephen with a rose, in and out of the garden he goes,<br>Country garden in the wind and the rain,<br>Wherever he goes the people all complain.<br><br>Stephen prospered in his time, well he may and he may decline.<br>Did it matter, does it now? stephen would answer if he only knew how.<br>Wishing well with a golden bell, bucket hanging clear to hell,<br>Hell halfway twixt now and then,<br>Stephen fill it up and lower down and lower down again.<br><br>Lady finger, dipped in moonlight, writing what for? across the morning sky.<br>Sunlight splatters, dawn with answer, darkness shrugs and bids the day good-bye.<br><br>Speeding arrow, sharp and narrow,<br>What a lot of fleeting matters you have spurned.<br>Several seasons with their treasons,<br>Wrap the babe in scarlet colors, call it your own.<br>Did he doubt or did he try? answers aplenty in the bye and bye,<br>Talk about your plenty, talk about your ills,<br>One man gathers what another man spills.<br><br>Saint stephen will remain, all he's lost he shall regain,<br>Seashore washed by the suds and foam,<br>Been here so long, he's got to calling it home.<br><br>Fortune comes a crawlin', calliope woman, spinnin' that curious sense of your own.<br>Can you answer? yes I can. but what would be the answer to the answer man?