收聽Grateful Dead的St. Stephen (Live at the Fillmore West San Francisco, 1969) [2001 Remaster] (Live at The Fillmore West San Fran 1969 Remastered Version)歌詞歌曲

St. Stephen (Live at the Fillmore West San Francisco, 1969) [2001 Remaster] (Live at The Fillmore West San Fran 1969 Remastered Version)

Grateful Dead2004年8月31日

St. Stephen (Live at the Fillmore West San Francisco, 1969) [2001 Remaster] (Live at The Fillmore West San Fran 1969 Remastered Version) 歌詞

 

St. Stephen (Live at The Fillmore West San Fran 1969 Remastered Version) - Grateful Dead (感恩而死)

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 prosper 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

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