St. Stephen Lyrics - Live/dead (live) - Grateful Dead

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 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?