Artist: Menna
Producer: Mark Siegel
℗ 2021 Flaming Vegan Deer Head, Static Flight Music Publishing
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LYRICS:
Good King Wenceslas looked out
on the feast of Stephen,
where 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,
gathering winter fuel.
Hither, page, and stand by me.
If thou knows 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.
Bring me flesh, and bring me wine.
Bring me pine logs hither.
Thou and I shall see him dine
when we bear the thither.
Page and monarch, forth they went,
forth they went together
through the rude wind's wild lament
and the bitter weather.
Sire, the night is darker now,
and the wind blows stronger.
Fails my heart, I know not how
I can go much longer.
Mark my footsteps good my page,
tread thou in them boldly:
Thou shalt find the winter's rage
freeze thy blood less coldly.
In his master's steps 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 now will bless the poor
shall yourselves find blessing
Blessed are the poor,
blessed are the meek,
blessed are the ones who give
despite their own need.
Blessed are the poor,
blessed are the meek,
and blessed are the ones who give.
