Tori Amos: HEREINMYHEAD.COM

Good King Wenceslas looked out
On the feast of Stephen,
When the snow lay round about,
Deep and crisp and even;
Brightly shown the moon that night,
Though the frost was cruel,
When a poor man came in sight,
Gath’ring winter fuel, 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.

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 monarch forth they went,
Forth they went together,
Through the rude wind’s wild lament
And the bitter weather.

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, good my page,
Tread thou in them boldly:
Thou shalt find the winter’s rage
Freeze they blood less cold, less coldly.

In his master’s steps 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 bless, blessing
Ye who now will bless the poor
Shall yourselves find bless, blessing
Blessing

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‘Good King Wenceslas’ was included as a third bonus track on the US iTunes Deluxe Edition release of Midwinter Graces.