Текст песни: St. Stephen + перевод

Saint Stephen with a rose

In and out of the garden he goes

Country garland 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

Wishing well with a golden bell

Bucket hanging clear to Hell

Hell halfway 'twixt now and then

Stephen fill it up and lower down

And lower down again

Ladyfinger dipped in moonlight

Writing «What for?» across the morning sky

Sunlight splatters dawn with answers

Darkness shrugs and bids the day good-bye

Speeding arrow, sharp and narrow

What a lot of fleeting matters you have spurned

Several seasons with their treasons

Wrap the babe in scarlet covers, call it your own

Did he doubt or did he try?

Answers aplenty in the bye and bye

Talk about your plenty, talk about your ills

One man gathers what another man spills

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 calling it home

Fortune comes a-crawling, Calliope woman

Spinning that curious sense of your own

Can you answer? Yes I can

But what would be the answer to the answer man?

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