Good King Wenceslas
Frank Sinatra Lyrics


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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.

Overall Meaning

The lyrics of the song "Good King Wenceslas" tell the story of a king looking out on the night of December 26th during the Feast of Stephen. Despite the cruel frost and snow, the moon shines brightly. The king sees a poor man gathering winter fuel and sends for his page to inquire about the man's identity and whereabouts. The page reports that the poor man lives a good league away, underneath the mountain, right against the forest fence, by Saint Agnes's fountain.


The king decides to bring the poor man flesh and wine and pine logs for his fire, and he and his page set out in the harsh weather. The page becomes fearful of the darkness and the strength of the wind but the king encourages him to follow in his footsteps, which have been warmed by the heat of Saint Agnes's footprint in the snow. The song ends with the message that those who bless the poor will also find blessings in their own lives.


Overall, the song is a message of goodness and kindness towards those who are less fortunate. It tells the story of a king who goes out of his way to help a poor man and encourages the listener to do the same.


Line by Line Meaning

Good King Wenceslas looked out
The king gazed outside his palace


On the Feast of Stephen
On a day that's celebrated in remembrance of St. Stephen's martyrdom


When the snow lay round about
When the snow covered the ground


Deep and crisp and even
The snow was thick, crunchy, and level


Brightly shone the moon that night
The moon was luminous


Though the frost was cruel
It was very cold outside


When a poor man came in sight
They saw a destitute man


Gathering winter fuel
He was collecting wood to use as fuel


Hither, page, and stand by me,
The king called to his assistant to come to his side


If thou knowst it, telling
Asking the page if he knew who the poor man was that they saw


Yonder peasant, who is he?
Who is that poor worker over there?


Where and what his dwelling?
Where does he live and what is his occupation?


Sire, he lives a good league hence,
The page replied that he lived some distance away


Underneath the mountain
The peasant lived under a mountain


Right against the forest fence
He lived near the edge of the forest


By Saint Agnes fountain.
He lived near a local fountain dedicated to St. Agnes


Bring me flesh and bring me wine
The king ordered his people to bring meat and wine to take to the peasant


Bring me pine logs hither
He also requested pine logs for the fireplace


Thou and I shall see him dine
The king and his page would witness the peasant's dinner


When we bear them thither.
When they bring the food and logs to the peasant's home


Page and monarch, forth they went
The king and his page set out on their trip


Forth they went together
They journeyed together


Through the rude winds wild lament
They braved the harsh, sorrowful winds


And the bitter weather
Despite the terrible weather


Sire, the night is darker now
The page noted that it was now darker outside


And the wind blows stronger
And the winds were becoming more intense


Fails my heart, I know not how
The page was becoming afraid and unsure of himself


I can go no longer.
The page felt like he couldn't continue any further


Mark my footsteps, good my page
The king directed his page to follow in his footsteps


Tread thou in them boldly
The king encouraged his page to step boldly


Thou shall find the winters rage
So that he would be less affected by the winter weather


Freeze thy blood less coldly.
So that he wouldn't be as cold


In his masters step he trod
The page copied the king's footsteps


Where the snow lay dinted
Where the king had left footsteps in the snow


Heat was in the very sod
The ground was still hot from where the saint had walked


Which the Saint had printed
St. Stephen had walked on this ground before


Therefore, Christian men, be sure
As a result, people of the Christian faith should remember


Wealth or rank possessing
Regardless of how wealthy or important they may be


Ye, who now will bless the poor
Those who help the less fortunate now


Shall yourselves find blessing.
Will be blessed themselves




Lyrics © Society of Composers, Authors and Music Publishers of Canada (SOCAN), BMG Rights Management, Universal Music Publishing Group, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Capitol CMG Publishing, Songtrust Ave, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Written by: James Morgan, Juliette Pochin, Dp

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Most interesting comments from YouTube:

@DariusOfPersia

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



@eksot1237

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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@davidmccann9811

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.

@SummerM.R.-df8tu

Fr

@virgospirit9933

Still can't believe that old Czech christmas carols about one of our most famous kings (that lot of people probably didn't ever heard of) is so popular in foreign countries 😂

@RageKroc888

Today I learnt something :O

@Mirinovic

Poděkujte za to císaři Karlovy 4 že svou dceru Annu provdal za Anglického krále

@davidmccann9811

Because the tune, words and story are so perfect.

@amberjoy533

He was actually a Duke, right? He ruled Bohemia and helped people in need. He was killed by his own brother in AD 935 for his faith in Jesus.

@Giingger

This carol doesn’t even exist in Czechia. It’s an English twist on the story of king Wenceslas (who is a real historical figure).

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@helljumper82nd83

My great grand pa when he was with the 82nd airborne during the battle of the bulge he told me when he was in his fox hole on Christmas Day he started sing this song and 3 seconds later his squad was singing along and every time her hears this he it takes him back to that Christmas

@IsaPodrasky

Hell Jumper 82nd Wow, that was very beautiful. Very touching story.

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