Good King Wenceslas - Audio Idols (音频偶像)
Written by:Richard Lynn Carpenter
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 fu-u-el
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 fou-ountain
Bring me food and bring me wine
Bring me pine logs hither
You 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 you in them boldly
You 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
You who now will bless the poor
Shall yourselves find blessing