Good King Wenceslas
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Good King Wenceslas looked out
On the feast of Stephen
Where the snow lay round about
Deep and crisp and even
Brightly shown 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 fountain
Bring me flesh, and bring me wine
Bring me pine logs hither
Thou and I will see him dine
When we bear the 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 much longer
Mark my footsteps my good page
Tread thou in them boldly
Thou shalt find the winter's rage
Freeze thy blood less coldly
In his master's steps he trod
Where the snow lay dented
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
Blessed are the poor
Blessed are the meek
Blessed are the ones who give
Despite their own need
Blessed are the poor
Blessed are the meek
And blessed are the ones who give
On the feast of Stephen
Where the snow lay round about
Deep and crisp and even
Brightly shown 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 fountain
Bring me flesh, and bring me wine
Bring me pine logs hither
Thou and I will see him dine
When we bear the 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 much longer
Mark my footsteps my good page
Tread thou in them boldly
Thou shalt find the winter's rage
Freeze thy blood less coldly
In his master's steps he trod
Where the snow lay dented
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
Blessed are the poor
Blessed are the meek
Blessed are the ones who give
Despite their own need
Blessed are the poor
Blessed are the meek
And blessed are the ones who give
โฑ๏ธ Synced Lyrics
[00:10.36] Good King Wenceslas looked out
[00:12.75] On the feast of Stephen
[00:15.30] Where the snow lay round about
[00:18.20] Deep and crisp and even
[00:20.52] Brightly shown the moon that night
[00:23.18] Though the frost was cruel
[00:25.45] When a poor man came in sight
[00:28.32] Gathering winter fuel
[00:35.91] Hither, page, and stand by me
[00:38.43] If thou knows it telling
[00:40.90] Yonder peasant, who is he?
[00:43.47] Where and what his dwelling?
[00:46.05] Sire, he lives a good league hence
[00:48.64] Underneath the mountain
[00:50.91] Right against the forest fence
[00:53.55] By Saint Agnes fountain
[01:16.70] Bring me flesh, and bring me wine
[01:19.39] Bring me pine logs hither
[01:21.66] Thou and I will see him dine
[01:24.28] When we bear the thither
[01:26.54] Page and monarch, forth they went
[01:29.49] Forth they went together
[01:31.72] Through the rude wind's wild lament
[01:34.36] And the bitter weather
[01:47.36] Sire, the night is darker now
[01:49.41] And the wind blows stronger
[01:52.36] Fails my heart, I know not how
[01:54.95] I can go much longer
[01:57.54] Mark my footsteps my good page
[02:00.08] Tread thou in them boldly
[02:02.45] Thou shalt find the winter's rage
[02:05.29] Freeze thy blood less coldly
[02:28.13] In his master's steps he trod
[02:30.74] Where the snow lay dented
[02:33.18] Heat was in the very sod
[02:35.95] Which the saint had printed
[02:38.33] Therefore, Christian men, be sure
[02:40.94] Wealth or rank possessing
[02:43.28] Ye who now will bless the poor
[02:45.85] Shall yourselves find blessing
[03:09.05] Blessed are the poor
[03:10.88] Blessed are the meek
[03:13.92] Blessed are the ones who give
[03:16.51] Despite their own need
[03:19.11] Blessed are the poor
[03:20.94] Blessed are the meek
[03:23.87] And blessed are the ones who give
[03:28.43]
[00:12.75] On the feast of Stephen
[00:15.30] Where the snow lay round about
[00:18.20] Deep and crisp and even
[00:20.52] Brightly shown the moon that night
[00:23.18] Though the frost was cruel
[00:25.45] When a poor man came in sight
[00:28.32] Gathering winter fuel
[00:35.91] Hither, page, and stand by me
[00:38.43] If thou knows it telling
[00:40.90] Yonder peasant, who is he?
[00:43.47] Where and what his dwelling?
[00:46.05] Sire, he lives a good league hence
[00:48.64] Underneath the mountain
[00:50.91] Right against the forest fence
[00:53.55] By Saint Agnes fountain
[01:16.70] Bring me flesh, and bring me wine
[01:19.39] Bring me pine logs hither
[01:21.66] Thou and I will see him dine
[01:24.28] When we bear the thither
[01:26.54] Page and monarch, forth they went
[01:29.49] Forth they went together
[01:31.72] Through the rude wind's wild lament
[01:34.36] And the bitter weather
[01:47.36] Sire, the night is darker now
[01:49.41] And the wind blows stronger
[01:52.36] Fails my heart, I know not how
[01:54.95] I can go much longer
[01:57.54] Mark my footsteps my good page
[02:00.08] Tread thou in them boldly
[02:02.45] Thou shalt find the winter's rage
[02:05.29] Freeze thy blood less coldly
[02:28.13] In his master's steps he trod
[02:30.74] Where the snow lay dented
[02:33.18] Heat was in the very sod
[02:35.95] Which the saint had printed
[02:38.33] Therefore, Christian men, be sure
[02:40.94] Wealth or rank possessing
[02:43.28] Ye who now will bless the poor
[02:45.85] Shall yourselves find blessing
[03:09.05] Blessed are the poor
[03:10.88] Blessed are the meek
[03:13.92] Blessed are the ones who give
[03:16.51] Despite their own need
[03:19.11] Blessed are the poor
[03:20.94] Blessed are the meek
[03:23.87] And blessed are the ones who give
[03:28.43]