Good King Wenceslas-Cuba L.A.

[00:00.01]Loreena Mckennitt - Good King Wenceslas [00:16.34] [00:32.68]Good King Wenceslas looked out [00:35.55]On the Feast of Stephen [00:38.34]When the snow lay 'round about [00:41.25]Deep and crisp and even [00:44.23]Brightly shone the moon that night [00:47.17]Though the frost was cruel [00:50.04]When a poor man came in sight [00:53.09]Gath'ring winter fuel [00:56.97] [00:59.00]"Hither, page, and stand by me, [01:01.88]If thou know'st it, telling [01:04.73]Yonder peasant, who is he? [01:07.59]Where and what his dwelling?" [01:10.71]"Sire, he lives a good league hence, [01:13.55]Underneath the mountain [01:16.58]Right against the forest fence [01:19.31]By Saint Agnes' fountain." [01:24.06] [01:51.73]"Sire, the night is darker now [01:54.59]And the wind blows stronger [01:57.62]Fails my heart, I know not how [02:00.47]I can go no longer." [02:03.53]"Mark my footsteps, my good page [02:06.36]Tread thou in them boldly [02:09.31]Thou shall find the winter's rage [02:12.19]Freeze thy blood less coldly." [02:16.63] [02:18.25]In his master's step he trod [02:20.98]Where the snow lay dinted [02:23.96]Heat was in the very sod [02:26.96]Which the Saint had printed [02:29.82]Therefore, Christian men, be sure [02:32.75]Wealth or rank possessing [02:35.77]Ye, who now will bless the poor [02:38.66]Shall yourselves find blessing. [02:43.45]