[00:00.00] 作词 : Neale
[00:00.81]Loreena Mckennitt - Good King Wenceslas
[00:32.83]Good King Wenceslas looked out
[00:35.89]On the Feast of Stephen
[00:38.70]When the snow lay 'round about
[00:41.64]Deep and crisp and even
[00:44.39]Brightly shone the moon that night
[00:47.64]Though the frost was cruel
[00:50.14]When a poor man came in sight
[00:52.95]Gath'ring winter fuel
[00:56.01]"Hither, page, and stand by me,
[01:02.26]If thou know'st it, telling
[01:05.01]Yonder peasant, who is he?
[01:07.76]Where and what his dwelling?"
[01:11.32]"Sire, he lives a good league hence,
[01:13.76]Underneath the mountain
[01:16.89]Right against the forest fence
[01:19.64]By Saint Agnes' fountain."
[01:21.52]
[01:52.13]"Sire, the night is darker now
[01:54.76]And the wind blows stronger
[01:58.08]Fails my heart, I know not how
[02:00.77]I can go no longer."
[02:03.83]"Mark my footsteps, my good page
[02:06.64]Tread thou in them boldly
[02:09.63]Thou shall find the winter's rage
[02:12.57]Freeze thy blood less coldly."
[02:16.26]
[02:18.56]In his master's step he trod
[02:21.63]Where the snow lay dinted
[02:24.13]Heat was in the very sod
[02:27.32]Which the Saint had printed
[02:30.44]Therefore, Christian men, be sure
[02:33.00]Wealth or rank possessing
[02:35.54]
[02:36.79]Ye, who now will bless the poor
[02:39.79]Shall yourselves find blessing.
[02:43.48]END

作词 : Neale
Loreena Mckennitt - Good King Wenceslas
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."
"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 shall find the winter's rage
Freeze thy blood less coldly."
In his master's 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.
END