Posted by Dennis O'C (207.70.186.101) on August 13, 1999 at 01:21:44:
In Reply to: pain, relief, joy, thanks,P.S. to Margi posted by Trent Hatfield on August 12, 1999 at 15:25:29:
Walk in the Sunshine Trent!
In celebration...here's a little Dead tune you'll like.
St Steven with a rose...in and out of the garden he goes
Country garland in the wind and the rain
Wherever he goes the people 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 knew how!
Wishing well with a golden bell
Bucket hanging clear to hell
Hell halfway 'twixt now and then
Steven fill it up and lower down and lower down again.
Ladyfinger...dipped in moonlight...
writing "WHAT FOR?" across the morning sky.
Sunlight splatters...dawn with answers
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 COVERS CALL IT YER OWN!
Did he doubt?...or did he try?
Answers aplenty in the bye and bye.
TALK ABOUT YER PLENTY....TALK ABOUT YER ILLS
ONE MAN GATHERS WHAT ANOTHER MAN SPILLS
St. Steven will remain...all he lost he shall regain.
Seashore washed by the suds and the foam
Been here so long
He's got to callin it home
Fortune comes acrawling...calliope woman
spinning that curious sense of yer own.
Can you answer? Yes I can!
But what would be the answer to the answer man?
Den