Good King Wenceslas
Bing Crosby 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
Gathering winter fuel

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 fountain.

Bring me flesh and bring me wine
Bring me pine logs hither
Thou and I shall see him dine
When we bear them thither.
Page and monarch, forth they went
Forth they went together
Through the rude winds 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, good my page
Tread thou in them boldly
Thou shall find the winters rage
Freeze thy blood less coldly.

In his masters step 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 blessing.

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Darius

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 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' fountain"

"Then bring me flesh and bring me wine
Bring me pine logs hither
Thou and I will see him dine
When we bear them 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 winds blow 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 shall 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 will now bless the poor
Shall yourselves find blessing



EKSOT123

český král zabitý svým bratrem - text a český překlad:
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 fuel

"Hither, page, and stand by me
If thou know'st 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' fountain."

"Bring me flesh and bring me wine
Bring me pine logs hither
Thou and I will 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 will bless the poor
Shall yourselves find blessing
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DOBRÝ KRÁL VÁCLAV
Dobrý král Václav se díval
Na svátek Štěpána
Jak se sníh snáší kolem
Hluboký a křupavý a hladký
Tu noc jasně zářil měsíc
Ačkoliv byl krutý mráz
Když chudý muž přišel na dohled
Sbíral dříví na topení

"Sem, páže, stoupni si ke mně
Jestli znáš, řekni,
Onen venkovan, kdo je to?
Kde je a jaké je jeho obydlí?"
"Pane, bydlí dobrou míli odtud
Pod horami
Právě naproti hradbě pralesa
U studánky Svaté Anežky."

"Přines maso a přines víno
Přines sem borová polena
Ty a já ho dnes uvidíme večeřet
Až mu to tam odneseme"
Páže a monarcha šli dál
Šli dál společně
Navzdory divoce skučícímu větru
A krutému počasí

"Pane, noc je stále tmavší
A vítr duje silněji
Mé srdce slábne, ani nevím jak
Nemůžu jít dál."
"Šlapej do mých stop, mé dobré páže
Kráčej v nich pevně
Tak překonáš zlobu zimy
Mráz, ve kterém stydne krev

Kráčel ve stopách svého pána
Tam, kde byl sníh ušlápnutý
Bylo vřelé horko
Kam Svatý vstoupil
Proto, křesťané, dejte pozor
Bohatí nebo vysoce postavení
Teď žehnejte chudým
Sami najdete požehnání



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David McCann

This carol defines the spirit of Christmas. The combination of a bitter snowy winter, a Christian Saint, a special feast, and charitable kindness towards a stranger. These things can be understood in any language.

Franz K

Crosby set the benchmark. That´s it. You can listen to other singers, but you can´t celebrate Christmas properly without Crosby.

B&O5300

My parents grew up watching Bing Crosby movies along Frank Sinatra and Andrews Sisters stuff

Mickey Cook

As another noted, Nat King Cole was certainly a favorite. Well then I also think of Johnny Mathis....... still with us. Singers from that era are sure not matched these days.

Durin

I misread the title as Cosby lol

Vincenzo Giangiacomo

As a singer a great one but as a father not so great.

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Darius

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 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' fountain"

"Then bring me flesh and bring me wine
Bring me pine logs hither
Thou and I will see him dine
When we bear them 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 winds blow 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 shall 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 will now bless the poor
Shall yourselves find blessing

dosmundos

it's underneath "the" mountain, not "a" mountain.

Chris Sforza

Thank you so much, Darius, for thoughtfully providing the lyrics for us. A beautiful poem, beautiful lesson of generosity and faith, and a warm and beautiful melody.

Niall O'Neill

@UC_8oRO8DB-9H-6NhKDL9E-Q The sod sounds a bit soggy to me, sometimes happens near Xmas, when snow turns to mush. I recall calling my mother a sod when about 7 or 8, and it's good I knew the meaning. It was my first act of defiance which was duly reported to my disciplinarian father, to whom I said I meant my mother's hair looked like a grass sod, as she had bushy hair. Just got away without a smack. And only just.

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