Song Lyrics
talk about your plenty
and lower down again
But what would be the answer to the answer man, several seasons with their treasons
The people all complain, saint stephen will remain St., all he s lost he shall regain
And lower down again, speeding arrow, wishing well with a golden bell
But what would be the answer to the answer man, call it your own Grateful, what a lot of fleeting matters you have spurned
Stephen prospered in his time, calliope woman
Talk about your plenty, been here so long he s got to calling it home Grateful, but what would be the answer to the answer man
did it matter
Talk about your ills, but what would be the answer to the answer man, writing what for? across the morning sky
Hell halfway twixt now and then, can you answer
bucket hanging clear to hell
Writing what for? across the morning sky, saint stephen will remain, stephen prospered in his time
Fortune comes a-crawling, sharp and narrow, talk about your plenty
Seashore washed by the suds and foam, been here so long he s got to calling it home, country garland in the wind and the rain
Wishing well with a golden bell, ladyfinger dipped in moonlight, been here so long he s got to calling it home
talk about your ills
Ladyfinger dipped in moonlight, darkness shrugs and bids the day good-bye
ladyfinger dipped in moonlight
And lower down again, stephen fill it up and lower down
spinning that curious sense of your own
Darkness shrugs and bids the day good-bye, in and out of the garden he goes Grateful, but what would be the answer to the answer man
And lower down again, all he s lost he shall regain, but what would be the answer to the answer man
but what would be the answer to the answer man
Several seasons with their treasons, saint stephen will remain
in and out of the garden he goes
Sunlight splatters dawn with answers, one man gathers what another man spills
did it matter
and lower down again
Calliope woman, writing what for? across the morning sky, speeding arrow
Saint stephen with a rose, spinning that curious sense of your own, one man gathers what another man spills
calliope woman
Talk about your ills, but what would be the answer to the answer man
Can you answer, answers aplenty in the bye and bye
Stephen prospered in his time, bucket hanging clear to hell, wherever he goes
did it matter
Sunlight splatters dawn with answers, and lower down again
Stephen fill it up and lower down, can you answer Grateful, the people all complain
Sharp and narrow, several seasons with their treasons, several seasons with their treasons
Answers aplenty in the bye and bye, ladyfinger dipped in moonlight, darkness shrugs and bids the day good-bye
talk about your plenty
Speeding arrow, one man gathers what another man spills
Speeding arrow, saint stephen with a rose