Karaoké Good King Wenceslas Chant de Noël

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 gathering winter fuel

Hither page and stand by me if thou know'st it telling

Yonder pleasant 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 him 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 my good 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 shall bless the poor shall yourselves find blessing