Interpret:

Blackmore's Night

Album:

Winter Carols

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 
Gathering winter fuel 


"Hither page and stand by me 
If thou knowst 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 St Agnes Fountain"


"Bring me bread and bring me wine 
Bring me pine logs hither 
Thou and I shall see him dine 
When be bear them thither"
Page and monarch forth they went 
Forth they went together 
Through the rude winds wild lament 
And the bitter weather 


In his masters steps he trod 
Where the snow lay dinted 
Heat was in the very sod 
Which the Saint had printed 
Therefore all you men be sure 
Wealth or rank posessing 
He who now shall bless the poor 
Shall yourselves find Blessing