St.Steven
St.Steven St.Steven with a rose in and out of the garden he goes
Country garland in the wind and the rain
Where ever he goes the poeple all complain

Steven prosper in his time well he may and he may decline did it matter does it now steven would answer if he only new how

Lady finger dipped in moonlight writing what for across the morning sky Sunlight splatters dawn with answers ,darkness shrugs and bids the day goodbuy

Speeding arrow ,sharp and narrow
What alot of fleeting maters you have spurned
Sevral seasons with there treasons
Wrap the babe in scarlet colors
Call it your own
St. Steven will remain
All he lost he regain
Seashore washed bye the suds
And the foam
Been there so long he's gota callin it home
Fortune comes acallin keliopde woman
Spinning wraped pured sence of your own
Can he Answer ?
Yes i can !
But what would be the answer to the answer man?