Good King Wenceslas

Name - Good King Wenceslas Band - The Irish Rovers Album - Songs Of Christmas - 1999 Genre - Irish music 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 knows’t it telling, Yonder peasant, who is he? Where and what his dwelling?” “Sire, he lives a good league hence, Underneath a mountain, Right against the forest fence, By Saint Agnes’ fountain.” “Bring me mead 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, Through the rude wind’s wild lament And the bitter weather. “Sire, the night is darker now, And the wind blows stronger, Fails my heart, I know not