Lyrics:

Saint Stephen with a rose**lf**In and out of the garden he goes**lf**Country garland in the wind and the rain**lf**Wherever he goes the people all complain**lf****lf**Stephen prospered in his time**lf**Well he may and he may decline**lf**Did it matter, does it now?**lf**Stephen would answer if he only knew how**lf****lf**Wishing well with a golden bell**lf**Bucket hanging clear to hell**lf**Hell halfway twixt now and then**lf**Stephen fill it up and lower down and lower down again**lf****lf**Lady finger, dipped in moonlight**lf**Writing ''What for?'' across the morning sky**lf**Sunlight splatters, dawn with answer**lf**Darkness shrugs and bids the day good-bye**lf****lf**Speeding arrow, sharp and narrow**lf**What a lot of fleeting matters you have spurned**lf****lf**Several seasons with their treasons**lf**Wrap the babe in scarlet covers, call it your own**lf****lf**Did he doubt or did he try?**lf**Answers aplenty in the bye and bye**lf**Talk about your plenty, talk about your ills**lf**One man gathers what another man spills**lf****lf**Saint Stephen will remain**lf**All he lost he shall regain**lf**Seashore washed by the suds and the foam**lf**Been there so long, he''s got to calling it home**lf****lf**Fortune comes a-crawling, calliope woman**lf**Spinning that curious sense of your own**lf**Can you answer? Yes I can**lf**But what would be the answer to the answer man?