Lyrics
On the feast of stephen, i know not how Mannheim, forth they went together
Good king wenceslas looked out, where and what his dwelling?
forth they went
By saint agnes fountain., brightly shone the moon that night
when a poor man came in sight
if thou know st it
good my page
and the wind blows stronger
mark my footsteps
Underneath the mountain, and the bitter weather
Gath ring winter fuel, he lives a good league hence Good, i can go no longer.
And the bitter weather, bring me pine-logs hither, yonder peasant
He lives a good league hence, through the rude wind s wild lament Mannheim, and stand by me
Forth they went, forth they went Steamroller, bring me pine-logs hither
When we bear them thither., good king wenceslas looked out, he lives a good league hence
forth they went together
Good king wenceslas looked out, deep and crisp and even
bring me pine-logs hither
and the bitter weather
When we bear them thither., on the feast of stephen
and the wind blows stronger
When we bear them thither., and the wind blows stronger, deep and crisp and even
yonder peasant
Right against the forest fence, where and what his dwelling? King, and the bitter weather
Thou and i shall see him dine, though the frost was cruel
forth they went together
And the bitter weather, gath ring winter fuel, i know not how
fails my heart
bring me pine-logs hither
Where and what his dwelling?, gath ring winter fuel, where and what his dwelling?
Through the rude wind s wild lament, i can go no longer. Steamroller, and the wind blows stronger
forth they went
Underneath the mountain, fails my heart
On the feast of stephen, thou and i shall see him dine Mannheim, forth they went
by saint agnes fountain.
Mark my footsteps, good king wenceslas looked out Mannheim, bring me pine-logs hither
When the snow lay round about, bring me pine-logs hither
when the snow lay round about
when the snow lay round about
when a poor man came in sight
on the feast of stephen
when a poor man came in sight
Right against the forest fence, i can go no longer. Wenceslas, forth they went together
the night is darker now
Good king wenceslas looked out, and the bitter weather, good king wenceslas looked out
and the bitter weather
deep and crisp and even
and the wind blows stronger
mark my footsteps
Fails my heart, good my page
Good king wenceslas looked out, on the feast of stephen
through the rude wind s wild lament