所属专辑:An Irish Christmas
歌手: The Irish Rovers
时长: 02:18
作词 : traditional[00:00:00]
good king wenceslas[00:00:00]
good king wenceslas looked out[00:00:04]
on the feast of stephen[00:00:07]
when the snow lay 'round about[00:00:09]
deep and crisp and even[00:00:11]
brightly shone the moon that night[00:00:14]
though the frost was cruel[00:00:16]
when a poor man came in sight[00:00:18]
gath'ring winter fuel[00:00:20]
"hither, page, and stand by me,[00:00:27]
if thou know'st it, telling[00:00:29]
yonder peasant, who is he?[00:00:32]
where and what his dwelling?"[00:00:34]
"sire, he lives a good league hence,[00:00:36]
underneath the mountain[00:00:38]
right against the forest fence[00:00:41]
by saint agnes' fountain."[00:00:43]
"bring me flesh and bring me wine[00:00:50]
bring me pine-logs hither[00:00:52]
thou and i shall see him dine[00:00:54]
when we bear them thither."[00:00:57]
page and monarch, forth they went[00:00:59]
forth they went together[00:01:01]
through the rude wind's wild lament[00:01:04]
and the bitter weather.[00:01:06]
"sire, the night is darker now[00:01:13]
and the wind blows stronger[00:01:15]
fails my heart, i know not how[00:01:17]
i can go no longer."[00:01:20]
"mark my footsteps, good my page[00:01:22]
tread thou in them boldly[00:01:24]
thou shall find the winter's rage[00:01:26]
freeze thy blood less coldly."[00:01:29]
in his master's step he trod[00:01:51]
where the snow lay dinted[00:01:53]
heat was in the very sod[00:01:56]
which the saint had printed[00:01:58]
therefore, christian men, be sure[00:02:00]
wealth or rank possessing[00:02:02]
ye, who now will bless the poor[00:02:05]
shall yourselves find blessing.[00:02:07]