Good King Wenceslaus

Intro:     Good King Wenceslaus 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 fu-u-el "Hither page and stand by me If thou knowest it telling Yonder peasant who is he? Where and what his dwelling?" "Sire he lives a good league hence Underneath the mountain Right against a forest fence By Saint Agnes’ fou-oun-tain" "Bring me flesh and bring me wine Bring me pine logs hither Thou and I shall see him dine When we bear them thither" Page and monarch forth they went Forth they went together Through the rude wind’s wild lament And the bitter wea-ea-ther "Sire the night is darker now And the wind blows stronger Fails my heart I know not how I can go no longer" "Mark my footsteps my good page Tread thou in them boldly Thou shalt find the winter’s rage Freeze thy blood less co-old-ly" Lead Break:                               In his master’s steps he trod Where the snow lay dinted Heat was in the very sod Which the saint had printed Therefore Christian men be sure Wealth or rank possessing Ye who now will bless the poor Shall yourselves find ble-es-sing