Saint Stephen

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