Full Lyrics
VERSE 1
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
VERSE 2
Hither page and stand by me
If thou knowst it telling
Yonder peasant who is he?
Where and what is dwelling
Sire, he lives a good league hence,
underneath the mountain
Right against the forest fence
By Saint Agnes fountain
VERSE 3
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
Thro' the rude wind's wild lament
and the bitter weather
VERSE 4
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 shalt find the winter's rage
Freeze thy blood less coldly.
VERSE 5
In his master's steps he trod
Where the snow lay dinted
Heat was in the very sod,
Which the saint he printed
Therefore, Christian men be strong
Wealth or rank possessing
Ye who now will bless the poor
Shall yourselves find blessing
