《St. Stephen (Live at Big Rock Pow Wow Music Festival， Seminole Indian Village)》歌词

[00:00:29] St. Stephen [Live At Big Rock Pow Wow Music Festival, Seminole Indian Village, West Hollywood, Florida, May 23, 1969

[00:00:47] St. Stephen

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[00:01:45] Saint Stephen with a rose,

[00:01:48] in and out of the garden he goes,

[00:01:51] country garland in the wind and the rain,

[00:01:54] wherever he goes the people all complain.

[00:02:09] Stephen prospered in his time,

[00:02:11] well he may and he may decline.

[00:02:14] Did it matter, does it now?

[00:02:17] Stephen would answer if he only knew how.

[00:02:34] Wishing well with a golden bell,

[00:02:36] bucket hanging clear to hell,

[00:02:39] hell halfway twixt now and then,

[00:02:42] Stephen fill it up and lower down and lower down again.

[00:02:54] Lady finger, dipped in moonlight,

[00:03:02] writing "What for?"across the morning sky.

[00:03:10] Sunlight splatters, dawn with answer,

[00:03:18] darkness shrugs and bids the day goodbye.

[00:03:25] Speeding arrow, sharp and narrow,

[00:03:34] what a lot of fleeting matters you have spurned,

[00:03:42] several seasons with their treasons,

[00:03:50] wrapped the babe in scarlet covers, call it your own.

[00:04:09] Did he doubt or did he try?

[00:04:11] Answers aplenty in the bye and bye,

[00:04:14] talk about your plenty, talk about your ills,

[00:04:17] one man gathers what another man spills.

[00:05:30] Saint Stephen will remain, all he's lost he shall regain,

[00:05:35] seashore walk by the suds and the foam,

[00:05:38] been there so long, he's got to calling it home.

[00:05:42] Fortune comes a calling, calliope woman,

[00:05:47] spinning that curious sense of your own.

[00:05:53] Can you answer, "Yes I can"?

[00:05:59] but what would be the answer to the answer-man?

[00:06:10] High green chilly winds and windy vines

[00:06:14] in loops around the twisted shafts of lavender, they're crawling to the

[00:06:20] sun.

[00:06:20] Underfoot the ground is patched

[00:06:21] with arms of ivy wrapped around the manzanita, stark and shiny in the

[00:06:23] breeze.

[00:06:24] Wonder who will water all the children of the garden

[00:06:29] when they sigh about the barren lack of rain and droop so hungry neath

[00:06:51] the sky.

[00:07:00] William Tell has stretched his bow til it won't stretch

[00:07:04] no furthermore and/or it may require a change that hasn't come before