St. Stephen - Live at Barton Hall, Cornell University, Ithaca, NY 5/8/77

[Verse 1]

St. 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 Break]



[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



(Lady finger)



[Bridge]

Lady finger dipped in moonlight

Writing "what for?" across the morning sky

Sunlight splatters dawn with answers

Darkness shrugs and bids the day goodbye



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 by-and-by

Talk about your plenty, talk about your ills

One man gathers what another man spills