St. Stephen (Live at Wrigley Field, Chicago, IL, 6/10/23)

Saint Stephen with a rose

In and out of the car he goes

Country riding 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 quick to help

Bail out the faint twixt now and then

Stephen fill it up and pour it down

Ladyfinger dipped in moonlight

Writing "what for?" across the morning sky

Sunlight splatters, dawn will answer

Darkness shrugs and bids the day goodbye

Fleeting arrow, sharp and narrow

What a lot of fleeting matters you have spurned

Summer seasons with their treasons

Wrap the babe in scarlet covers, 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 wills

One man gathers what another man spills

Saints gave and will remain

All is lost, he shall remain

Seashore washed by the suns in the fall

Been here so long he's got to calling it home

Fortune comes a-crawling

Calliope, a woman

Spinning that curious

Sense of your own

Can you answer?

Yes, I can

When would be the answer to the answer man?