[Verse 1] 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 [Verse 2] 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 [Instrumental] [Verse 3] 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 [Bridge] 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 [Verse 4] 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 [Instrumental Break] [Verse 5] 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 [Outro] 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?