Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song St. Stephen, artist - Grateful Dead. Date of issue: 19.06.1969
Song language: English
St. Stephen |
| Saint Stephen with a rose |
| In and out of the garden he goes |
| Country garland 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 |
| Ladyfinger dipped in moonlight |
| Writing «What for?» |
| across the morning sky |
| Sunlight splatters dawn with answers |
| Darkness shrugs and bids the day good-bye |
| Speeding arrow, sharp and narrow |
| What a lot of fleeting matters you have spurned |
| Several seasons with their treasons |
| Wrap the babe in scarlet covers, 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-crawling, Calliope woman |
| Spinning that curious sense of your own |
| Can you answer? |
| Yes I can |
| But what would be the answer to the answer man? |