Crash Test Dummies - Good King Wenceslas Lyrics
Good King Wenceslas looked outOn the feast of Stephen,When the snow lay round aboutDeep and crisp and evenBrightly shone the moon that nightThough the frost was cruelWhen a poor man came in sightGathering winter fuelHither, page, and stand by meIf thou knowst it tellingYonder peasant, who is heWhere and what his dwellingSire, he lives a good league henceUnderneath the mountainRight against the forest fenceBy Saint Agnes fountainBring me flesh and bring me wineBring me pine logs hitherThou and I will see him dineWhen we bear them thitherPage and monarch, forth they wentForth they went togetherThrough the rude wind's wild lamentAnd the bitter weatherSire, the night is darker nowAnd the wind blows strongerFails my heart, I know not howI can go no longerMark my footsteps my good pageTread thou in them boldlyThou shalt find the winter's rageFreeze thy blood less coldlyIn his master's steps he trodWhere the snow lay dentedHeat was in the very sodWhich the saint had printedTherefore, Christian men, be sureWealth or rank possessingYe who now will bless the poorShall yourselves find blessing
