G C G Good King Wenceslas looked out, on the Feast of Stephen G C G When the snow lay round about, deep and crisp and even. G C Em7 D C G Brightly shone the moon that night, tho the frost was cruel G Em7 C D Em7 D G C G When a poor man came in sight, gathering winter fuel. G C G Hither, page, an stand by me, if thou knowest it, telling G C G Yonder peasant, who is he? Where and what his dwelling? G C Em7 D C G Sire, he lives a good league hence, underneath the mountain G Em7 C D Em7 D G C G Right against the forest fence, by St. Agnes fountain. G C G Bring me flesh and bring me wine, bring me pine logs hither G C G Thou and I will see him dine, when we bear them thither. G C Em7 D C G Page and monarch, forth they went, forth they went together G Em7 C D Em7 D G C G Through the rude winds wild lament and the bitter weather. Instrumental: G C G G Em7 C D Em7 D G C G G C G Sire, the night is darker now, and the wind blow stronger G C G Fails my heart, I know not how; I can go no longer. G C Em7 D C G Mark my footsteps, my good page. Tread now in them boldly G Em7 C D Em7 D G C G Thou shalt find the winters rage, freeze thy blood less coldly. G C G In his masters' steps he trod, where the snow lay dinted G C G Heat was in the very sod, which the saint had printed. G C Em7 D C G Therefore, Christian men, be sure, wealth or rank possessing G Em7 C D Em7 D G C G Ye who now will bless the poor, shall yourselves find blessing.
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