[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