St. Stephen

 Today is the feast of St. Stephen, the first martyr.  Yes, it is about him.  Here are the 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 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?Writer/s: Jerome J. Garcia, Philip Lesh, Robert C. Hunter
  Publisher: Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
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