Jim Brickman
Good King Wenceslas
Good King Wenceslas looked outOn the feast of StephenWhen the snow lay 'round aboutDeep and crisp and evenBrightly shone the moon that nightThough the frost was cruelWhen a poor man came in sightGathering winter fuelHither, page and stand by meIf thou knows it tellingYonder peasant, who is he?Where and what his dwelling?Sire, he lives a good league henceUnderneath the mountainRight against the forest fenceBy Saint Agnes's fountainBring me flesh and bring me wineBring me fur logs, hitherThou and I will see him dineHere we bear him thitherPage and monarch, forth they wentLetras de cancionesForth they went togetherThrough the rude wind's wild lamentAnd the bitter weatherSire, the night is darker nowAnd the wind blows strongerFails my heart, I know not howI can go no longerMark my footsteps, good my pageTread thou in them boldlyThou shall find the winter's rageFreeze thy blood less coldlyIn his master's steps he trodWhere the snow lay dintedHeat was in the very sodWhich the Saint had printedTherefore, Christian men, be sureWealth or rank possessingYe, who now will bless the poorShall yourselves find blessing
From Letras Mania