Sugar magnolia, blossoms blooming Heads all empty and I don't care Saw my baby down by the river Knew shed have to come up soon for air Sweet blossom
He was there the night the wall came down. He lost her in the endless crowd, In the shadow of St. Stephen's cross. He sent cries aloft for his fellow
was named Dawn of course, the other one was named Eve I wonder if they grew up hating the season That good will that lasts 'till the Feast of St. Stephen
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
of course, the other one was named Eve I wonder if they grew up hating the season Of the good will that lasts till the Feast of St. Stephen For that
Translation: Elvis Costello. St Stephens Day Murders.
Translation: Grateful Dead. St Stephen.
Translation: Vienna Teng. St. Stephen's Cross.
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
I love the look of your morning face Eyes hard to focus on the new world shapes Head rests on chin, chin rests on neck, neck cocked to one side Tucked
Did you hear about Saint Stephen's end, how they stoned by the river bend? And the morning sun, when the world was young. Did you hear about the elephant
Translation: Grateful Dead. St. Stephen.
: Did you hear about Saint Stephen's end, how they stoned by the river bend? And the morning sun, when the world was young. Did you hear about the elephant
