Good King Wenceslas şarkı sözleri

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 St Agnes Fountain" Bring me bread and bring me wine Bring me pine logs hither Thou and I shall see him dine When be bear them thither Page and monarch forth they went Forth they went together Through the rude winds wild lament And the bitter weather In his masters steps he trod Where the snow lay dinted Heat was in the very sod Which the Saint had printed Therefore all you men be sure Wealth or rank posessing He who now shall bless the poor Shall yourselves find Blessing