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Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Grateful Dead
Keyboards
Jerry Garcia
Vocals
Phil Lesh
Vocals
Bill Kreutzmann
Drums
Bob Weir
Vocals
Ron "Pigpen" McKernan
Vocals
Mickey Hart
Drums
Tom Constanten
Keyboards
Pete Grant
Dobro
David Nelson
Guitar
Debbie Eisenberg
Musician
Marmaduke
Musician
Mouse
Musician
Wendy
Musician
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Jerry Garcia
Arranger
Phil Lesh
Arranger
Robert Hunter
Songwriter
Grateful Dead
Arranger
Bill Kreutzmann
Arranger
Bob Weir
Arranger
Ron "Pigpen" McKernan
Arranger
Mickey Hart
Arranger
Tom Constanten
Arranger
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Grateful Dead
Producer
Jerry Garcia
Producer
Phil Lesh
Producer
Dan Healy
Additional Engineer
Owsley Stanley
Additional Engineer
Ron Wickersham
Additional Engineer
Bill Kreutzmann
Producer
Bob Weir
Producer
Ron "Pigpen" McKernan
Producer
Mickey Hart
Producer
Tom Constanten
Producer
Betty Cantor
Engineer
Bob Matthews
Engineer
Leo de Gar Kulka
Engineer
Bobby Mitchell
Producer
David Hassinger
Producer
Tom Donahue
Producer
Peter McQuaid
Producer
Lyrics
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?
Writer(s): Robert Hunter, Philip Lesh, Jerome Garcia
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