[00:-0.49]Loreena Mckennitt - Good King Wenceslas
[00:00.00] 作词 : Neale
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[00:32.18]Good King Wenceslas looked out
[00:35.05]On the Feast of Stephen
[00:37.84]When the snow lay 'round about
[00:40.75]Deep and crisp and even
[00:43.73]Brightly shone the moon that night
[00:46.67]Though the frost was cruel
[00:49.54]When a poor man came in sight
[00:52.59]Gath'ring winter fuel
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[00:58.50]"Hither, page, and stand by me,
[01:01.38]If thou know'st it, telling
[01:04.23]Yonder peasant, who is he?
[01:07.09]Where and what his dwelling?"
[01:10.21]"Sire, he lives a good league hence,
[01:13.05]Underneath the mountain
[01:16.08]Right against the forest fence
[01:18.81]By Saint Agnes' fountain."
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[01:51.23]"Sire, the night is darker now
[01:54.09]And the wind blows stronger
[01:57.12]Fails my heart, I know not how
[01:59.97]I can go no longer."
[02:03.03]"Mark my footsteps, my good page
[02:05.86]Tread thou in them boldly
[02:08.81]Thou shall find the winter's rage
[02:11.69]Freeze thy blood less coldly."
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[02:17.75]In his master's step he trod
[02:20.48]Where the snow lay dinted
[02:23.46]Heat was in the very sod
[02:26.46]Which the Saint had printed
[02:29.32]Therefore, Christian men, be sure
[02:32.25]Wealth or rank possessing
[02:35.27]Ye, who now will bless the poor
[02:38.16]Shall yourselves find blessing.
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