标题:Good King Wenceslas
艺人:Christmas
专辑:Celtic Christmas From Ireland
作词:Words by JOHN H. NEALE Music from PIAE CANTIONES
作曲:Trad. Arr.Hamilton
制谱人:the_mad_tabber
节拍:♩ = 120
key:1
和弦:G Em D C G/B Am D#dim G#dim B A
音轨:
- Guitar - 钢弦吉他 Acoustic Guitar(steel)
- Bass - 原声贝司 Acoustic Bass
- Cello - 大提琴 Cello
注释:verses 3-5: press F5
歌词:
1.Good King Wen-ces-las looked out
On the feast of Ste-phen,
When the snow lay 'round a bout,
Deep and crisp and e-ven.
Bright-ly shone the moon that night,
Though the frost was cru-el.
When a poor man came in sight,
Gath-'ring win-ter fu--el
2."Hi-ther page, and stand by me,
If thou know'st it, tel-ling,
Yon-der peas-ent, who is he?
Where and what his dwel-ling?"
"Sire, he lives a good league hence,
Un-der-neath the moun-tain;
Right a-gainst the fo-rest fence,
By Saint Ag-nes' foun--tain."
3."Bring me flesh, and bring me wine,
Bring me pine-logs hither;
Thou and I will see him dine,
When we bear them thither."
Page and mon-arch forth they went,
Forth they went to-geth-er;
Through the rude winds wild lam-ent:
And the bitter weath--er
4."Sire, the night is dar-ker now,
And the wind blows stron-ger;
Fails my heart, I know not how,
I can go no lon-ger."
"Mark my foot-steps, my good page,
Tread though in them bold-ly:
Thou shalt find the win-ter's rage
Freeze they blood less cold--ly."
In his mas-ter's steps he trod,
Where the snow lay dint-ed.
Heat was in the ver-y sod,
Which the saint had print-ed.
There-fore, Christ-ian men, be sure,
Wealth or rank poss-ess-ing,
Ye who now will bless the poor,
Shall your-selves find bless--ing.
