St. Stephen Grateful Dead Grateful Dead [E]Saint Stephen [D]with a rose, [A]In and out of the [E]garden he goes, [E]Country garland in the [D]wind and the rain, Wher[A]ever he goes the people all complain. Did Stephen prospered in his time? Well he may and he may decline. Did it matter, does it now? S[A]tephen would answer if he only knew how.[B] 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 ag (azchords.com)