Song :
G
Intro :
G D7 G C D7 G
G D7 G
Good King Wenceslas looked out
C D7 G
On the feast of Stephen
D7 G
When the snow lay round about
C D7 G
Deep and crisp and even
D7 G
Brightly shone the moon that night
C D7 G
Though the frost was cruel
D7 G
When a poor man came in sight
C D7 G D7 G
Gathering winter fuel.
G D7 G
"Hither, page, and stand by me
C D7 G
If thou know'st it, telling
D7 G
Yonder peasant, who is he?
C D7 G
Where and what his dwelling?"
D7 G
"Sire, he lives a good league hence
C D7 G
Underneath the mountain
D7 G
Right against the forest fence
C D7 G D7 G
By Saint Agnes' fountain."
G D7 G
"Bring me flesh and bring me wine
C D7 G
Bring me pine logs hither
D7 G
Thou and I shall see him dine
C D7 G
When we bear them thither."
D7 G
Page and monarch forth they went
C D7 G
Forth they went together
D7 G
Through the rude wind's wild lament
C D7 G D7 G
And the bitter weather.
G D7 G
"Sire, the night is darker now
C D7 G
And the wind blows stronger
D7 G
Fails my heart, I know not how,
C D7 G
I can go no longer."
D7 G
"Mark my footsteps, good my page
C D7 G
Tread thou in them boldly
D7 G
Thou shall find the winter's rage
C D7 G D7 G
Freeze thy blood less coldly."
G D7 G
In his master's steps he trod
C D7 G
Where the snow lay dinted
D7 G
Heat was in the very sod
C D7 G
Which the Saint had printed
D7 G
Therefore, Christian men, be sure
C D7 G
Wealth or rank possessing
D7 G
Ye who now will bless the poor
C D7 G D7 G
Shall yourselves find blessing.
