St. Stephen - 2013 Remaster

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 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
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 Wishing well with a golden bell
 Bucket hangin' clear to Hell
 Hell halfway twixt now and then
 Stephen fill it up and lower down and lower down again
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 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
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 Did he doubt or did he try?
 Answers aplenty in the bye and bye
 Talk about your plenty and talk about your ills
 One man gathers what another man spills
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 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 callin' 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?