Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
The Allisons
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Mantovani
Composer
Trad. English
Composer
Lyrics
[Verse 1]
Good King Wenceslas looked out
On the feast of Stephen
When the snow lay round about
Deep and crisp and even
[Verse 2]
Brightly shone the moon that night
Though the frost was cruel
When a poor man came in sight
Gathering winter fuel
[Verse 3]
Hither, page, and stand by me
If thou knowst it, tell him
Yonder peasant, who is he?
Where and what his dwelling?
[Verse 4]
Sire, he lives a good league hence
Underneath the mountain
Right against the forest fence
By Saint Agnes Fountain
[Verse 5]
Bring me flesh and bring me wine
Bring me pine logs hither
Thou and I will see him dine
When we bear them thither
[Verse 6]
Page and monarch, forth they went
Forth they went together
Through the rude wind's wild lament
And the bitter weather
[Verse 7]
Sire, the night is darker now
And the wind blows stronger
Fails my heart, I know not how
I can go no longer
[Verse 8]
Mark my footsteps, good my page
Tread thou in them boldly
Though shalt find the winter's rage
Freeze thy blood less coldly
[Verse 9]
In his Master's steps, he trod
Where the snow lay dented
Heat was in the very sod
Which the Saint had printed
[Verse 10]
Therefore, Christian men, be sure
Wealth or rank possessing
He who now will bless the poor
Shall yourselves find blessing
