St. Stephen (Live at the Fillmore West, San Francisco, CA 2/27/69) [2017 Remaster] (Live at the Fillmore West, San Francisco, CA 2/27/69; 2017 Remaster)

St. Stephen (Live at the Fillmore West, San Francisco, CA 2/27/69|2017 Remaster) - Grateful Dead

Written by：Garcia/Lesh/Hunter

Saint Stephen with a rose in and out of the garden he goes

Country garland 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 crawling calliope woman spinning 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 twisted 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 arms of ivy wrapped around the manzanita stark and shiny in the

Breeze

William tell has stretched his bow til it won't stretch

No furthermore and or it may require a change that hasn't come before