Good King Wenceslas

Melody starts on D

[D] Good King Wenceslas looked out,

[G] on the [A] Feast of [D] Stephen

When the snow lay round about,

[G] deep and [A] crisp and [D] even.

Brightly shone the moon that night,

[G] though the [A] frost was [D] cru..el.

[A] When a poor man came in sight,

[G] gathering [A] winter [G] fu-u-[D]el.

'Hither, Page, and stand by me,

[G] if thou [A] know'st it, [D] telling,

Yonder peasant, who is he?

[G] Where and [A] what his [D] dwelling?'

'Sire, he lives a good league hence,

[G] under-[A]neath the [D] mountain.

[A] Right against the forest fence,

[G] by Saint [A] Agnes' [G] Fou-oun-[D]tain.'

'Bring me meat and bring me wine,

[G] bring me [A] pine logs, [D] hither.

Thou and I shall see him dine,

[G] when we [A] bear them [D] thither.'

Page and Monarch forth they went,

[G] forth they [A] went, to-[D]gether.

[A] Through the rude wind's wild lament,

[G] and the [A] bitter [G] we-ea-[D]ther.

'Sire, the night is darker now

[G] and the [A] wind blows [D] stronger.

Fails my heart, I know not how,

[G] I can [A] go no [D] longer.'

'Mark my footsteps, my good Page,

[G] tread thou [A] in them, [D] boldly.

[A] Thou shalt find the winter's rage

[G] freeze thy [A] blood less [G] co-old-[D]ly.'

In his master's steps he trod,

[G] where the [A] snow lay [D] dinted.

Heat was in the very sod,

[G] which the [A] Saint had [D] printed.

Therefore, people now be sure,

[G] wealth or [A] rank poss-[D]essing.

[A] Ye who now will bless the poor,

[G] shall your-[A]selves find [G] ble-ess-[D]ing.