[00:32.12]Good King Wenceslas looked out
[00:35.17]On the feast of Stephen
[00:38.33]When the snow lay round about
[00:41.52]Deep and crisp and even
[00:44.71]Brightly shone the moon that night
[00:47.92]Though the frost was cruel
[00:51.21]When a poor man came in sight
[00:54.32]Gath'ring winter fuel
[01:00.12]
[01:04.02]"Hither page and stand by me
[01:07.19]If thou know'st it telling
[01:10.41]Yonder peasant who is he
[01:13.58]Where and what his dwelling "
[01:16.75]"Sire he lives a good league hence
[01:19.99]Underneath the mountain
[01:23.23]Right against the forest fence
[01:26.40]By Saint Agnes' fountain "
[01:31.32]
[01:36.07]"Bring me bread and bring me wine
[01:39.19]Bring me pine logs hither
[01:42.43]Thou and I will see him dine
[01:45.59]When we bear him thither "
[01:48.77]Page and monarch forth they went
[01:51.93]Forth they went together
[01:55.15]Through the rude wind's wild lament
[01:58.32]And the bitter weather
[02:03.33]
[02:38.50]In his master's steps he trod
[02:41.60]Where the snow lay dinted
[02:44.82]Heat was in the very sod
[02:47.99]Which the Saint had printed
[02:51.16]Therefore every men be sure
[02:54.40]Wealth or rank possessing
[02:57.62]Ye who now will bless the poor
[03:00.81]Shall yourselves find blessing
[03:04.94]
[03:07.18]Good King Wenceslas looked out
[03:10.21]On the feast of Stephen
[03:13.55]When the snow lay round about
[03:16.79]Deep and crisp and even
[03:19.96]Brightly shone the moon that night
[03:23.13]Though the frost was cruel
[03:26.38]When a poor man came in sight
[03:29.54]Gath'ring winter fuel

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 know'st it telling
Yonder peasant who is he
Where and what his dwelling "
"Sire he lives a good league hence
Underneath the mountain
Right against the forest fence
By Saint Agnes' fountain "
"Bring me bread and bring me wine
Bring me pine logs hither
Thou and I will see him dine
When we bear him thither "
Page and monarch forth they went
Forth they went together
Through the rude wind's wild lament
And the bitter weather
In his master's steps he trod
Where the snow lay dinted
Heat was in the very sod
Which the Saint had printed
Therefore every men be sure
Wealth or rank possessing
Ye who now will bless the poor
Shall yourselves find blessing
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