Lyrics Good King Wenceslas - The Ambrosian Singers , New Philharmonia Orchestra , Dame Joan Sutherland , Richard Bonynge

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, he prepared a fuel
Hither, page, and stand by me, heath and mystic telling
Young love-present, who is he?
Where and what his dwelling?
Sir, he lives about three kents, underneath the mountain
Right against the forest fence, passing Kett is 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
Silent night is dark and long, and the wind blows stronger
'Tis my heart I know not wrong, I can go no longer
Mark my footsteps, good my page
Tread thou in them boldly
Thou shalt find the winter's rage frees thy blood less coldly
In his master's steps he trod, where the snow lay deep then
Heat was in the very sod which the saint had printed
Thou born Christian, think this sure, wealth or rank possessing
Ye who now will bless the poor, show yourselves kind, blessing