《St. Stephen (Live at Big Rock Pow Wow Music Festival， Seminole Indian Village)》歌词

[00:00:23] St. Stephen [Live At Big Rock Pow Wow Music Festival, Seminole Indian Village, West Hollywood, Florida, May 24, 1969

[00:01:04] St. Stephen

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[00:01:26] Saint Stephen with a rose,

[00:01:29] in and out of the garden he goes,

[00:01:32] country garland in the wind and the rain,

[00:01:34] wherever he goes the people all complain.

[00:01:48] Stephen prospered in his time,

[00:01:51] well he may and he may decline.

[00:01:54] Did it matter, does it now?

[00:01:56] Stephen would answer if he only knew how.

[00:02:12] Wishing well with a golden bell,

[00:02:15] bucket hanging clear to hell,

[00:02:18] hell halfway twixt now and then,

[00:02:20] Stephen fill it up and lower down and lower down again.

[00:02:33] Lady finger, dipped in moonlight,

[00:02:40] writing "What for?"across the morning sky.

[00:02:48] Sunlight splatters, dawn with answer,

[00:02:57] darkness shrugs and bids the day goodbye.

[00:03:04] Speeding arrow, sharp and narrow,

[00:03:13] what a lot of fleeting matters you have spurned,

[00:03:21] several seasons with their treasons,

[00:03:30] wrapped the babe in scarlet covers, call it your own.

[00:03:48] Did he doubt or did he try?

[00:03:50] Answers aplenty in the bye and bye,

[00:03:54] talk about your plenty, talk about your ills,

[00:03:57] one man gathers what another man spills.

[00:05:10] Saint Stephen will remain, all he's lost he shall regain,

[00:05:15] seashore walk by the suds and the foam,

[00:05:18] been there so long, he's got to calling it home.

[00:05:21] Fortune comes a calling, calliope woman,

[00:05:27] spinning that curious sense of your own.

[00:05:33] Can you answer, "Yes I can"?

[00:05:38] but what would be the answer to the answer-man?

[00:05:41] High green chilly winds and windy vines

[00:05:42] in loops around the twisted shafts of lavender, they're crawling to the

[00:05:47] sun.

[00:05:48] Underfoot the ground is patched

[00:05:49] with arms of ivy wrapped around the manzanita, stark and shiny in the

[00:05:50] breeze.

[00:05:50] Wonder who will water all the children of the garden

[00:05:52] when they sigh about the barren lack of rain and droop so hungry neath

[00:05:55] the sky.

[00:05:55] William Tell has stretched his bow til it won't stretch

[00:05:56] no furthermore and/or it may require a change that hasn't come before