He was a good king, a really good king
He was a good king, a really good king
He was a good king, a really good king
He was a, he was a
King
He was a good king, a really good king
Good, good
A really good
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
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 the mountain
Right against the forest fence
By Saint Agnes fountain
So
The king said "grab the snacks
We're gonna go find the guy"
So they go out in the snow
But the page is having a really hard time
Because the snow is super deep
So the king's like
"Hey, just walk in my footsteps!"
Which is super nice
Because he was the king
But that's why he was a Good King
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