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

[00:09:00] St. Stephen [Live At Big Rock Pow Wow Music Festival, Seminole Indian Village, West Hollywood, Florida, May 23, 1969

[00:09:00] St. Stephen

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[00:09:00] Saint Stephen with a rose,

[00:09:00] in and out of the garden he goes,

[00:09:00] country garland in the wind and the rain,

[00:09:00] wherever he goes the people all complain.

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

[00:09:00] well he may and he may decline.

[00:09:00] Did it matter, does it now?

[00:09:00] Stephen would answer if he only knew how.

[00:09:00] Wishing well with a golden bell,

[00:09:00] bucket hanging clear to hell,

[00:09:00] hell halfway twixt now and then,

[00:09:00] Stephen fill it up and lower down and lower down again.

[00:09:00] Lady finger, dipped in moonlight,

[00:09:00] writing "What for?" across the morning sky.

[00:09:00] Sunlight splatters, dawn with answer,

[00:09:00] darkness shrugs and bids the day goodbye.

[00:09:00] Speeding arrow, sharp and narrow,

[00:09:00] what a lot of fleeting matters you have spurned,

[00:09:00] several seasons with their treasons,

[00:09:00] wrapped the babe in scarlet covers, call it your own.

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

[00:09:00] Answers aplenty in the bye and bye,

[00:09:00] talk about your plenty, talk about your ills,

[00:09:00] one man gathers what another man spills.

[00:09:00] Saint Stephen will remain, all he's lost he shall regain,

[00:09:00] seashore walk by the suds and the foam,

[00:09:00] been there so long, he's got to calling it home.

[00:09:00] Fortune comes a calling, calliope woman,

[00:09:00] spinning that curious sense of your own.

[00:09:00] Can you answer, "Yes I can"?

[00:09:00] but what would be the answer to the answer-man?

[00:09:00] High green chilly winds and windy vines

[00:09:00] in loops around the twisted shafts of lavender, they're crawling to the

[00:09:00] sun.

[00:09:00] Underfoot the ground is patched

[00:09:00] with arms of ivy wrapped around the manzanita, stark and shiny in the

[00:09:00] breeze.

[00:09:00] Wonder who will water all the children of the garden

[00:09:00] when they sigh about the barren lack of rain and droop so hungry neath

[00:09:00] the sky.

[00:09:00] William Tell has stretched his bow til it won't stretch

[00:09:00] no furthermore and/or it may require a change that hasn't come before