Good King Wenceslas - Mel Tormé
Lyrics by：Traditional/Mel Tormé
Composed by：Traditional/Mel Tormé
Produced by：Robert Woods
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 bring me wine
Bring me pine logs hither
Thou and I will 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 no 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 step he trod
Where the snow lay dented
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
Blessing blessing
Blessing blessing
You would king wins the side
Good king wins the side
