时间：2017-05-26
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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
