Good King Wenceslas Lyrics

Good King Wenceslas lyrics

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 and stand by me

If thou knows 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's fountain



Bring me flesh and bring me wine

Bring me fur logs, hither

Thou and I will see him dine

Here we bear him 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

Fails my heart, I know not how

I can go no longer



Mark my footsteps, good my page

Tread thou 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, be sure

Wealth or rank possessing

Ye, who now will bless the poor

Shall yourselves find blessing