[00:00.00] 作词 : Neale
[00:00.81]Loreena Mckennitt - Good King Wenceslas
[00:32.83]Good King Wenceslas looked out
[00:35.89]On the Feast of Stephen
[00:38.70]When the snow lay 'round about
[00:41.64]Deep and crisp and even
[00:44.39]Brightly shone the moon that night
[00:47.64]Though the frost was cruel
[00:50.14]When a poor man came in sight
[00:52.95]Gath'ring winter fuel
[00:56.01]"Hither, page, and stand by me,
[01:02.26]If thou know'st it, telling
[01:05.01]Yonder peasant, who is he?
[01:07.76]Where and what his dwelling?"
[01:11.32]"Sire, he lives a good league hence,
[01:13.76]Underneath the mountain
[01:16.89]Right against the forest fence
[01:19.64]By Saint Agnes' fountain."
[01:21.52]
[01:52.13]"Sire, the night is darker now
[01:54.76]And the wind blows stronger
[01:58.08]Fails my heart, I know not how
[02:00.77]I can go no longer."
[02:03.83]"Mark my footsteps, my good page
[02:06.64]Tread thou in them boldly
[02:09.63]Thou shall find the winter's rage
[02:12.57]Freeze thy blood less coldly."
[02:16.26]
[02:18.56]In his master's step he trod
[02:21.63]Where the snow lay dinted
[02:24.13]Heat was in the very sod
[02:27.32]Which the Saint had printed
[02:30.44]Therefore, Christian men, be sure
[02:33.00]Wealth or rank possessing
[02:35.54]
[02:36.79]Ye, who now will bless the poor
[02:39.79]Shall yourselves find blessing.
[02:43.48]END