Good King Wenceslas

歌詞

Good King Wenceslas looked out On the feast of Stephen When the snow lay 'round about Deep and crisp and even Brightly shone the moon that night Though the frost was cruel When a poor man came in sight Gathering winter fuel Hither, page come stand by me If thou know'st it, telling Yonder peasant, who is he? Where and what his dwelling? Sire he lives a good league hence Underneath the mountain Right against the forest fence By Saint Agnes' fountain Bring me flesh and bring me wine Bring me pine logs hither Thou and I will see him dine When we bear them thither Page and monarch, forth they went Forth they went together Through the rude wind's wild lament And the bitter weather Sire the night is darker now And the wind blows stronger Fail my heart I know not how I can go no longer Mark my footsteps, good my page Tread now in them boldly Thou shall find the winter's rage Freeze thy blood less coldly In his master's steps he trod Where the snow lay dinted Heat was in the very sod Which the Saint had printed Therefore Christian men rejoice Wealth or rank possessing Ye who now will bless the poor Shall yourselves find blessing