Saint stephen with a rose in and out of the garden he goes
Country garden 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

Lady finger dipped in moonlight
Writing what for across the morning sky
Sunlight splatters dawn with answer 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 colors 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 hes lost he shall regain
Seashore washed by the suds and foam
Been here so long hes got to calling it home
Fortune comes a crawlin calliope woman spinnin
That curious sense of your own
Can you answer yes I can but what would be
The answer to the answer man