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