From the album Falling Snow

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(Ancient carol, c. 1300-1800)
Arr. W. Gothard
Solana Gothard - vocals, violin, whistle, autoharp, percussion
Willow Gothard - mandolin, vocals
Greta Gothard - guitar, vocals, percussion, bass
Willie Braun - cello

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 knows 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 St. Agnes fountain

Bring me bread 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 wind grows 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 all you men be sure, wealth or rank possessing
You who now will bless the poor, shall yourselves find blessing