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Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Mel Tormé
Vocals
John Colianni
Piano
John Leitham
Upright Bass
Donny Osborne
Drums
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Mel Tormé
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
John Snyder
Producer
Robert Woods
Producer
Jack Renner
Recording Engineer
Rosalind Ilett
Editing Engineer
Lyrics
Good King Wenceslas looked out
On the feast of Stephen
Where 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 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 the 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 step he trod
Where the snow lay dented
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
Blessing, blessing
Writer(s): Traditional, Richard Blackmore
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