| Song | Good King Wenceslas |
| Artist | Alfred Deller |
| Artist | The Deller Consort |
| Album | Good King Wenceslas |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| [00:00.000] | Good King Wenceslas looked out |
| [00:03.872] | On the Feast of Stephen |
| [00:07.182] | When the snow lay 'round about |
| [00:10.572] | Deep and crisp and even |
| [00:14.022] | Brightly shone the moon that night |
| [00:17.602] | Though the frost was cruel |
| [00:21.132] | When a poor man came in sight |
| [00:24.832] | Gathering winter fuel |
| [00:31.559] | "Hither, Page, and stand by me, “ |
| [00:35.114] | If thou know'st it, telling |
| [00:38.524] | Yonder peasant, who is he? |
| [00:42.163] | Where and what his dwelling? |
| [00:45.758] | "Sire, he lives a good league hence, |
| [00:49.422] | Underneath the mountain |
| [00:52.961] | Right against the forest fence |
| [00:56.450] | By Saint Agnes' fountain. |
| [01:02.822] | …… |
| [01:34.280] | "Sire, the night is darker now “ |
| [01:38.094] | And the wind blows stronger |
| [01:41.785] | Fails my heart, I know not how |
| [01:45.543] | I can go no longer. |
| [01:49.365] | "Mark my footsteps, my good Page “ |
| [01:52.877] | Tread thou in them boldly |
| [01:56.457] | Thou shall find the winter's rage |
| [02:00.446] | Freeze thy blood less coldly. |
| [02:07.567] | In his master's step he trod |
| [02:10.815] | Where the snow lay dinted |
| [02:14.429] | Heat was in the very sod |
| [02:17.905] | Which the Saint had printed |
| [02:21.656] | Therefore, Christian men, be sure |
| [02:25.289] | Wealth or rank possessing |
| [02:29.244] | Ye, who now will bless the poor |
| [02:33.239] | Shall yourselves find blessing. |
| [00:00.000] | Good King Wenceslas looked out |
| [00:03.872] | On the Feast of Stephen |
| [00:07.182] | When the snow lay ' round about |
| [00:10.572] | Deep and crisp and even |
| [00:14.022] | Brightly shone the moon that night |
| [00:17.602] | Though the frost was cruel |
| [00:21.132] | When a poor man came in sight |
| [00:24.832] | Gathering winter fuel |
| [00:31.559] | " Hither, Page, and stand by me, " |
| [00:35.114] | If thou know' st it, telling |
| [00:38.524] | Yonder peasant, who is he? |
| [00:42.163] | Where and what his dwelling? |
| [00:45.758] | " Sire, he lives a good league hence, |
| [00:49.422] | Underneath the mountain |
| [00:52.961] | Right against the forest fence |
| [00:56.450] | By Saint Agnes' fountain. |
| [01:02.822] | |
| [01:34.280] | " Sire, the night is darker now " |
| [01:38.094] | And the wind blows stronger |
| [01:41.785] | Fails my heart, I know not how |
| [01:45.543] | I can go no longer. |
| [01:49.365] | " Mark my footsteps, my good Page " |
| [01:52.877] | Tread thou in them boldly |
| [01:56.457] | Thou shall find the winter' s rage |
| [02:00.446] | Freeze thy blood less coldly. |
| [02:07.567] | In his master' s step he trod |
| [02:10.815] | Where the snow lay dinted |
| [02:14.429] | Heat was in the very sod |
| [02:17.905] | Which the Saint had printed |
| [02:21.656] | Therefore, Christian men, be sure |
| [02:25.289] | Wealth or rank possessing |
| [02:29.244] | Ye, who now will bless the poor |
| [02:33.239] | Shall yourselves find blessing. |
| [00:00.000] | Good King Wenceslas looked out |
| [00:03.872] | On the Feast of Stephen |
| [00:07.182] | When the snow lay ' round about |
| [00:10.572] | Deep and crisp and even |
| [00:14.022] | Brightly shone the moon that night |
| [00:17.602] | Though the frost was cruel |
| [00:21.132] | When a poor man came in sight |
| [00:24.832] | Gathering winter fuel |
| [00:31.559] | " Hither, Page, and stand by me, " |
| [00:35.114] | If thou know' st it, telling |
| [00:38.524] | Yonder peasant, who is he? |
| [00:42.163] | Where and what his dwelling? |
| [00:45.758] | " Sire, he lives a good league hence, |
| [00:49.422] | Underneath the mountain |
| [00:52.961] | Right against the forest fence |
| [00:56.450] | By Saint Agnes' fountain. |
| [01:02.822] | |
| [01:34.280] | " Sire, the night is darker now " |
| [01:38.094] | And the wind blows stronger |
| [01:41.785] | Fails my heart, I know not how |
| [01:45.543] | I can go no longer. |
| [01:49.365] | " Mark my footsteps, my good Page " |
| [01:52.877] | Tread thou in them boldly |
| [01:56.457] | Thou shall find the winter' s rage |
| [02:00.446] | Freeze thy blood less coldly. |
| [02:07.567] | In his master' s step he trod |
| [02:10.815] | Where the snow lay dinted |
| [02:14.429] | Heat was in the very sod |
| [02:17.905] | Which the Saint had printed |
| [02:21.656] | Therefore, Christian men, be sure |
| [02:25.289] | Wealth or rank possessing |
| [02:29.244] | Ye, who now will bless the poor |
| [02:33.239] | Shall yourselves find blessing. |