G C G Good King Wenceslas looked out, on the Feast of Stephen G C G When the snow lay round about, deep and crisp and even. G C Em7 D C G Brightly shone the moon that night, tho the frost was cruel G Em7 C D Em7 D G C G When a poor man came in sight, gathering winter fuel. G C G Hither, page, an stand by me, if thou knowest it, telling G C G Yonder peasant, who is he? Where and what his dwelling? G C Em7 D C G Sire, he lives a good league hence, underneath the mountain G Em7 C D Em7 D G C G Right against the forest fence, by St. Agnes fountain. G C G Bring me flesh and bring me wine, bring me pine logs hither G C G Thou and I will see him dine, when we bear them thither. G C Em7 D C G Page and monarch, forth they went, forth they went together G Em7 C D Em7 D G C G Through the rude winds wild lament and the bitter weather. Instrumental: