In years past they tell of St. Stevens
A young man, taken too early from life
A careless driver, who was drunk beyond reason
drove their truck into his on a midsummer night

Blessed be those whom we keep vigil o'er
Blessed be those who keep
For those who are honoured will slumber forever
While the honouring ones never sleep

The town was cut down by the story
True, tragedies like this had happened before
But so deeply affected was St. Steven's father
That after the service he cried out no more

Blessed be those whom we keep vigil o'er
Blessed be those who keep
For those who are honoured will slumber forever
While the honouring ones never sleep

Made mute by the shadow of sorrow
St. Steven's father found no joy in life
Till a year had gone on since the death of his son
That day - all day long - he wept through his pipes

Blessed be those whom we keep vigil o'er
Blessed be those who keep
For those who are honoured will slumber forever
While the honouring ones never sleep

He played and he played for all of the day
He played for the dead 'till the day, it was done
He played 'till he had no pipe-breath left inside-him
On that day, is the Father the saint, or the son?

Blessed be those whom we keep vigil o'er
Blessed be those who keep
For those who are honoured will slumber forever
While the honouring ones never sleep

Now it happens on every year after
On the third to last day of July
Come to the town of St. Steven's father
And hear the sweet pipes of a man who can't cry


Blessed be those whom we keep vigil o'er
Blessed be those who keep
For those who are honoured will slumber forever
While the honouring ones never sleep