[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.