| Song | Good King Wenceslas |
| Artist | Loreena McKennitt |
| Album | A Winter Garden: Five Songs for the Season |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| [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 |
| [00:00.00] | zuo ci : 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 |
| [00:00.00] | zuò cí : 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 |