Текст (слова) песни: mckennitt loreena - Good King Wenceslas
(John Mason Neale, 1818 - 1866; music arranged and adapted by Loreena McKennitt) 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 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 weather. "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, good my page Tread thou in them boldly Thou shall find the winter`s rage Freeze thy blood less coldly." In his master`s step 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 blessing.
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