St Stephen
By Grateful Dead
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Saint Stephen
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with a rose,
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In and out of the
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garden he goes,
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Country garden in the
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wind and the rain,
Wher
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ever he goes the people all complain.
Verse
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Did Stephen prospered
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in his time?
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Well he may and he
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may decline.
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Did it matter,
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does it now?
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Stephen would answer if he only knew how.
Fill
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D
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Verse
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Wishing well with a
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golden bell,
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Bucket hanging
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clear to hell,
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Hell halfway twixt
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now and then,
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Stephen fill it up and
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lower down and
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lower down a
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gain.
Bridge
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Lady finger
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,
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dipped in moonlight
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,
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Writing "What for?"
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across the
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morning sky
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Sunlight splatters
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,
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dawn with an
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swer,
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Darkness shrugs and bids
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the day good
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bye.
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Speeding
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arrow
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, sharp and
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nar
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row,
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What a lot of
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fleeting matters
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you have spurned.
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Several seasons
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with their treason
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s,
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Wrap the babe in scarlet colors,
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call it your
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own.
Verse
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Did he doubt or
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did he try?
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Answers aplenty in the
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bye and bye,
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Talk about your plenty,
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talk about your ills,
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One man gathers what another man spills.
Verse
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Saint Stephen
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will remain,
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All he's lost he
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shall regain,
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Seashore washed by the
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suds and foam,
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Been here so long, he's got to calling it home.
Verse
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Fortune comes a crawlin', calliope woman,
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Spinnin' that curious
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sense of your
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own.
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Can you answer? Yes I
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can.
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But what would be the answer to the
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answer
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man?
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