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Good King Wenceslas - The Mantovani Orchestra[00:00:00]
Good King Wenceslas looked out[00:00:09]
On the feast of Stephen[00:00:12]
When the snow lay round about[00:00:15]
Deep and crisp and even[00:00:18]
Brightly shone the moon that night[00:00:21]
Though the frost was cruel[00:00:24]
When a poor man came in sight[00:00:27]
Gath'ring winter fuel[00:00:31]
"Hither, page, and stand by me[00:00:36]
If thou know'st it, telling[00:00:39]
Yonder peasant, who is he?[00:00:42]
Where and what his dwelling?"[00:00:45]
"Sire, he lives a good league hence[00:00:49]
Underneath the mountain[00:00:52]
Right against the forest fence[00:00:55]
By Saint Agnes' fountain."[00:00:58]
"Bring me bread and bring me wine[00:01:04]
Bring me pine logs hither[00:01:06]
Thou and I will see him dine[00:01:09]
When we bear him thither."[00:01:13]
Page and monarch forth they went[00:01:16]
Forth they went together[00:01:19]
Through the rude wind's wild lament[00:01:22]
And the bitter weather[00:01:25]
Sire, the night is darker now,[00:01:30]
And the wind blows stronger.[00:01:33]
Fails my heart, I know not how.[00:01:36]
I can go no longer.[00:01:39]
Ark my footsteps my good page,[00:01:42]
Tread thou in them boldly:[00:01:45]
Thou shalt find the winter's rage[00:01:48]
Freeze thy blood less coldly.[00:01:51]
In his master's step he trod,[00:01:56]
Where the snow lay dented.[00:01:59]
Heat was in the very sod[00:02:02]
Which the saint had printed.[00:02:05]
Therefore, Christian men, be sure,[00:02:08]
Wealth or rank possessing,[00:02:11]
Ye who now will bless the poor[00:02:14]
Shall yourselves find blessing[00:02:17]