Good King Wenceslas Lyrics - Crash Test Dummies

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 knowst 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 

Fails my heart, I know not how 

I can go no longer 

Mark my footsteps my good page 

Tread thou in them boldly 

Thou shalt find the winter's rage 

Freeze thy blood less coldly