Tytuł: Good King Wenceslas

• Wykonawca: Loreena McKennitt
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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
   Gath'ring winter fuel
  
      If thou know'st it, telling
   Yonder peasant, who is he?
   Where and what his dwelling?>
      Underneath the mountain
   Right against the forest fence
   By Saint Agnes' fountain.>
  
      Bring me pine-logs hither
   Thou and I shall 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.
  
      And the wind blows stronger
   Fails my heart, I know not how
   I can go no longer.>
      Tread thou in them boldly
   Thou shall find the winter's rage
   Freeze thy blood less coldly.>
  
   In his master's step 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.