St. Stephen歌词

作词 : Robert Hunter/Phil Lesh/Jerry Garcia
作曲 : Robert Hunter/Phil Lesh/Jerry Garcia
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 hel
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 there so long, he's got to calling it home
Fortune comes a calling, calliope woman
Spinning that curious sense of your own

But what would be the answer to the answer-man?
High green chilly winds and windy vines in loops around the twined shafts of lavender
They're crawling to the sun
Wonder who will water all the children of the garden
When they sigh about the barren lack of rain and droop so hungry 'neath the sky
Underfoot the ground is patched with climbing arms of ivy wrapped
Around the manzanita stark and shiny in the breeze
William tell has stretched his bow till it won't stretch no furthermore
And or it will require a change that hasn't come before