Fireside Singers - Good King Wenceslas lyrics

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 Gath'ring winter fu-u-el Hither, page, and stand by me If thou knowst 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 fou-ountain 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 will bless the poor Shall yourselves find ble-essing