Grateful Dead - St stephen

^ESaint Stephen ^Dwith a rose, ^AIn and out of the ^Egarden he goes, ^ECountry garland in the ^Dwind and the rain, Wher^Aever he goes the people all complain.

^EDid Stephen prospered ^Din his time? ^AWell he may and he may^E decline. ^EDid it matter, do^Des it now? S^Atephen would answer if he only knew how.

^EWishing well with a go^Dlden bell, ^ABucket hanging clear ^Eto hell, ^EHell halfway twixt n^Dow and then, ^AStephen fill it up and lower down and lower down again.

^ELady finger^D, ^Adipped in moon^Elight, ^DWriting "What for?"^A across the ^Emorning sky. ^{D E}Sunlight splatters^D, ^Adawn with ans^Ewer, ^DDarkness shrugs and ^Abids the day good^Ebye.^{D E}Speeding arrow^D, ^Asharp and narr^Eow, ^DWhat a lot of ^Afleeting matters ^Eyou have spurned.^{D E}Several seasons^{D A}with their trea^Esons, ^DWrap the babe in ^Ascarlet colors, ^Ecall it your ^Down.

^EDid he doubt or did^D he try? ^AAnswers aplenty in the^E bye and bye, ^ETalk about your plenty, t^Dalk about your ills, ^AOne man gathers what another man spills.

^ESaint Stephen wi^Dll remain, ^AAll he's lost he^E shall regain, ^ESeashore washed by the^D suds and foam, ^ABeen here so long, he's got to calling it home.

^EFortune comes a crawlin', calliope woman, ^DSpinnin' that curious ^Asense of your ^Eown. ^ECan you answer? Yes I ^Dcan. But ^Awhat would be the answer to the ^Eanswer ^Dman? ^E