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
When the good King asked his page
Who is outside calling?
Does he have a place to stay?
While the snow is falling
Go and get a coat for him
So he can be warm
Give him food enough to eat
While we're in this storm
When the next day had arrived
And the sun was shining
Now the stranger knew a dark
Cloud had a silver lining
One day he'll stop by again
Never more a stranger
We'll remember our good King
Saving him from danger
