Blackmore’s Night - Good King Wenceslas lyrics
Blackmore’s Night [Ritchie Blackmore, Candice Night] U.K./U.S. 🇬🇧 🇺🇸
[Blackmore’s Night - 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 gath'ring winter fuel
"Hither, page, and stand by me
If thou know'st 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 bread and bring me wine
Bring me pine logs hither
Thou and I will see him dine
When 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
In his master's steps, he trod
Though the snow lay dinted
Heat was in the very sod
Which the Saint had printed
Therefore, all you men, be sure
Wealth or rank possessing
Ye who now will bless the poor
Shall yourselves find blessing
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
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
"Hither, page, and stand by me
If thou know'st 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 bread and bring me wine
Bring me pine logs hither
Thou and I will see him dine
When 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
In his master's steps, he trod
Though the snow lay dinted
Heat was in the very sod
Which the Saint had printed
Therefore, all you men, be sure
Wealth or rank possessing
Ye who now will bless the poor
Shall yourselves find blessing
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