Saint Stephen
Grateful Dead Lyrics


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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 halfway 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 good-bye.

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 crawlin', Goliath be warnin', spinnin' that curious sense of




your own.
Can you answer? Yes I can. But what would be the answer to the answer man?

Overall Meaning

The lyrics to "Saint Stephen" by Grateful Dead are full of mythical imagery and metaphorical language that can be open for interpretation. The song starts talking about Saint Stephen with a rose, moving in and out of the garden where he is incessantly complaining about his troubles. The garden, however, is not limited to just a physical space, but rather symbolizes the universe or the world, where Saint Stephen is merely a wanderer.


The lyrics then describe that Stephen may prosper or decline, which ultimately does not matter. He is then seen at a wishing well with a golden bell, where he fills up the bucket and lowers it down to hell, halfway between now and then. The song then talks about Lady Finger dipped in moonlight, portraying how nature interacts with us humans. The lyrics question life's fleeting matters and seasons with their treasons while wrapping a babe in scarlet colors, representing the cycle of life.


The final verse of "Saint Stephen" talks about how he is still the legend, even after losing everything, and he shall regain it all. Fortune is crawling, and Goliath needs to beware as Stephen's sense of curiosity will make him work towards the answer. The audience is then left with the question, “Can you answer?" implying that life does not provide easy answers, but Stephen can come close to finding them.


Line by Line Meaning

Saint Stephen with a rose, in and out of the garden he goes,
Stephen, carrying a rose, moves in and out of the garden.


Country garden in the wind and the rain,
The garden located in the countryside where Stephen frequents is exposed to harsh weather conditions.


Wherever he goes the people all complain.
People who Stephen encounters along his travels have complaints about him.


Stephen prospered in his time, well he may and he may decline.
Stephen experienced success at one point, but his fortunes may change.


Did it matter, does it now? Stephen would answer if he only knew how.
Stephen ponders whether his past fortune still has any significance, but he is unsure how to answer.


Wishing well with a golden bell, bucket hanging clear to hell,
A well with a golden bell and a bucket hanging precariously over the inferno is present.


Hell halfway twixt now and then,
Hell lies in between Stephen's past and present.


Stephen fill it up and lower down and lower down again.
Stephen fills the bucket and brings it down into the well repeatedly.


Lady finger, dipped in moonlight, writing "What for?" across the morning sky.
A finger, illuminated by moonlight, writes the question 'What for?' in the sky at dawn.


Sunlight splatters, dawn with answer, darkness shrugs and bids the day good-bye.
The morning sun illuminates the sky, providing an answer to the previous question, and night falls again.


Speeding arrow, sharp and narrow,
A fast and precise arrow is present.


What a lot of fleeting matters you have spurned.
The artist comments on how many trivial things the arrow has disregarded.


Several seasons with their treasons,
Multiple seasons and their associated betrayals are present.


Wrap the babe in scarlet colors, call it your own.
A baby is wrapped in crimson cloth and claimed as someone's own.


Did he doubt or did he try? Answers aplenty in the bye and bye,
The singer questions whether someone had doubts or attempted something, and numerous answers will eventually come.


Talk about your plenty, talk about your ills,
The artist urges the listener to discuss both their successes and their troubles.


One man gathers what another man spills.
One person accumulates what another person leaves behind.


Saint Stephen will remain, all he's lost he shall regain,
Stephen will persist, and all his losses will be recouped.


Seashore washed by the suds and foam,
The ocean's shore is foamy and airy.


Been here so long, he's got to calling it home.
Stephen has been at the seashore for so long that it feels like home to him.


Fortune comes a crawlin', Goliath be warnin', spinnin' that curious sense of your own.
Good luck appears slowly, but one must be careful not to become too prideful.


Can you answer? Yes I can. But what would be the answer to the answer man?
The artist asks if the listener can answer a question, but then poses a rhetorical question about who provides answers to the people who claim to have all of them.




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Written by: Jerome J. Garcia, Philip Lesh, Robert C. Hunter

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@adultstorebob

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 halfway 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 crawlin', calliope woman, spinnin' that curious sense of your own.
Can you answer? Yes I can. But what would be the answer to the answer man?



@Rodsupremos

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 halfway 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 good-bye.

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 hes lost he shall regain,
Seashore washed by the suds and foam,
Been here so long, hes got to calling it home.

Fortune comes a crawlin, calliope woman, spinnin that curious sense of your own.
Can you answer? yes I can. but what would be the answer to the answer man?



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@kyliej9641

my dad was in a bad car wreck when i was 17 and i brought him one of my dead bears to have in the hospital...the surgeon who was treating him saw it and he asked my dad if he was a fan..of course my dad said yes..and told him the last time he seen them was in chicago in 93..the surgeon laughed and said "me too". The surgeon operated on my dad listening to greatest hits. I think that is awesome. Just surreal how music can connect us to each other.

@sandywilson7510

Dr bombay

@antimurphy8212

That's an incredible story! God Bless you your dad the surgeon and of course, The Grateful Dead!

@coughpillbox748

Beautiful story, I hope your dad is still strong and going.

@garynoling

awesome

@billyoung6939

Epic story, he was in "dead mode" the best surgery he ever performed. Lol

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@SnowTheJamMan

"If you wanna hear St. Stephen listen to the record" - Jerry to the crowd at an early 70's show

@giffordhampshire9645

@@haydenfields3900 there’s gotta be at least one where they do? no?

@giffordhampshire9645

@@haydenfields3900 oh yeah for sure!

@blazintommydblazintommyd4416

lol that might have been me. Actually Phil Lesh said "we don't do that one anymore"

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