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  • 作曲 : Traditional
    Loreena Mckennitt - Good King Wenceslas

    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 fuel

    "Hither, page, and stand by me,
    If thou know'st 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."

    "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 shall find the winter's rage
    Freeze thy blood less coldly."

    In his master's 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.

  • [00:00.000] 作曲 : Traditional
    [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]