Bing Crosby - Good King Wenceslas paroles de chanson

paroles de chanson Good King Wenceslas - Bing Crosby



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 inside
Gathering winter fuel
Hither, page, and stand by me
If thou knowst 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
Then bring me flesh and bring me wine
Bring me pine logs hither
Thou and I will see him dine
When we bear them thither
Page and monarch, forth they went
Forth they went together
Through the rude winds wild lament
And the bitter weather
Sire, the night is darker now
And the winds blows stronger
Failed my heart, I know not how
I can go no longer
Mark my footsteps, my good my page
Tread thou in them boldly
Thou shall find the winter's rage
Freeze thy blood less coldly
In his masters 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 will now bless the poor
Shall yourselves find blessing



Writer(s): Richard Lynn Carpenter


Bing Crosby - Bing Crosby's Christmas Gems
Album Bing Crosby's Christmas Gems
date de sortie
27-10-2023




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