《St. Stephen [2] [Live at Family Dog at the Great Highway， San Francisco， CA， February 4， 1970]》歌词

[00:02:22] St. Stephen [2

[00:02:22] St. Stephen

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[00:02:22] Saint Stephen with a rose,

[00:02:22] in and out of the garden he goes,

[00:02:22] country garland in the wind and the rain,

[00:02:22] wherever he goes the people all complain.

[00:02:22] Stephen prospered in his time,

[00:02:22] well he may and he may decline.

[00:02:22] Did it matter, does it now?

[00:02:22] Stephen would answer if he only knew how.

[00:02:22] Wishing well with a golden bell,

[00:02:22] bucket hanging clear to hell,

[00:02:22] hell halfway twixt now and then,

[00:02:22] Stephen fill it up and lower down and lower down again.

[00:02:22] Lady finger, dipped in moonlight,

[00:02:22] writing "What for?" across the morning sky.

[00:02:22] Sunlight splatters, dawn with answer,

[00:02:22] darkness shrugs and bids the day goodbye.

[00:02:22] Speeding arrow, sharp and narrow,

[00:02:22] what a lot of fleeting matters you have spurned,

[00:02:22] several seasons with their treasons,

[00:02:22] wrapped the babe in scarlet covers, call it your own.

[00:02:22] Did he doubt or did he try?

[00:02:22] Answers aplenty in the bye and bye,

[00:02:22] talk about your plenty, talk about your ills,

[00:02:22] one man gathers what another man spills.

[00:02:22] Saint Stephen will remain, all he's lost he shall regain,

[00:02:22] seashore walk by the suds and the foam,

[00:02:22] been there so long, he's got to calling it home.

[00:02:22] Fortune comes a calling, calliope woman,

[00:02:22] spinning that curious sense of your own.

[00:02:22] Can you answer, "Yes I can"?

[00:02:22] but what would be the answer to the answer-man?

[00:02:22] High green chilly winds and windy vines

[00:02:22] in loops around the twisted shafts of lavender, they're crawling to the

[00:02:22] sun.

[00:02:22] Underfoot the ground is patched

[00:02:22] with arms of ivy wrapped around the manzanita, stark and shiny in the

[00:02:22] breeze.

[00:02:22] Wonder who will water all the children of the garden

[00:02:22] when they sigh about the barren lack of rain and droop so hungry neath

[00:02:22] the sky.

[00:02:22] William Tell has stretched his bow til it won't stretch

[00:02:22] no furthermore and/or it may require a change that hasn't come before