笨小笨St. Stephen歌词由Grateful Dead演唱，出自专辑《House On The Hill》，下面是《St. Stephen》完整版歌词！
St. Stephen歌词完整版
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 half way 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 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 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 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
High green chilly winds and windy
Vines in loops around the twisted
Shafts of lavender they're crawling to the sun
Wonder who will water all the children of the
Garden when they sigh about
The barren lack of rain and droop so hungry neath the sky
Haaaaaaa
Underfoot the ground is patched with arms of ivy wrapped
Around the manzanita stark and shiny in the breeze
William Tell has stretched his bow til it won't stretch
No furthermore it require a change hasn't come before
