Good King Wenceslas Lyrics - Judy Collins

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 

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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 

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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