Good King Wenceslas

Good King Wenceslas: A Tale of Generosity
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Lyrics

Good King Wenceslas looked out

Good King Wenceslas observed

On the Feast of Stephen

On the day of Saint Stephen's Feast

When the snow lay round about

When the snow covered the ground

Deep and crisp and even

Thick, pure, and level

Brightly shone the moon that night

The moon was shining brightly

Though the frost was cruel

Despite the harsh cold

When a poor man came in sight

When a poor man appeared

Gathering winter fuel

Gathering wood for winter

Hither, page, and stand by me,

Come here, servant, and stay with me

If thou knowst it, telling

If you know, tell me

Yonder peasant, who is he?

That peasant over there, who is he?

Where and what his dwelling?

Where does he live and what's his home like?

Sire, he lives a good league hence,

Sire, he lives a considerable distance away

Underneath the mountain

Beneath the mountain

Right against the forest fence

Just beside the forest boundary

By Saint Agnes fountain.

Close to Saint Agnes' fountain

Bring me flesh and bring me wine

Bring me food and wine

Bring me pine logs hither

Bring pine logs here

Thou and I shall see him dine

You and I will watch him dine

When we bear them thither.

When we take them there

Page and monarch, forth they went

Page and king, they went out

Forth they went together

They both went forth together

Through the rude winds wild lament

Through the harsh and mournful winds

And the bitter weather

And the biting cold

Sire, the night is darker now

Sire, the night is now even darker

And the wind blows stronger

And the wind blows fiercer

Fails my heart, I know not how

My heart fails, I can't continue

I can go no longer.

I can't go any further

Mark my footsteps, good my page

Follow my footsteps, my good servant

Tread thou in them boldly

Walk confidently in them

Thou shall find the winters rage

You'll feel the winter's wrath

Freeze thy blood less coldly.

But it'll freeze you less severely

In his masters step he trod

He trod in his master's footsteps

Where the snow lay dinted

Where the snow was marked

Heat was in the very sod

There was warmth in the very ground

Which the Saint had printed

Where the Saint had walked

Therefore, Christian men, be sure

Therefore, people of faith, be certain

Wealth or rank possessing

Regardless of your wealth or status

Ye, who now will bless the poor

You who now bless the poor

Shall yourselves find blessing.

You'll yourselves receive blessings

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