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
Gath’ring 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