Good King Wenceslas by The Brothers Timberwolf Lyrics

Timberwolf Christmas
A Brothers Timberwolf Christmas

Good King Wenceslas looked around
On the Feast of Stephen
When the snow it 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 thе mountain
Right against the forest fencе
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