[Verse 1]
Good King Wences'las looked out
On the Feast of Stephen
Where the snow lay round about
Deep and crisp and even;
Brightly shone the moon that night
Though the frost was cruel
Then a poor man came in sight
Gathering winter fuel

[Verse 2]
"Come here, page" the good king cried
See [?] peasant
Go and bring him safe inside
Where the fire is pleasant
Said the page, "I fear to go
Hungry wolves are prowling
Through those drifts of frozen snow
Listеn to their howling"

[Verse 3]
Then the good king bravеd the cold
Saved his lonely castle
Warmed him, fed him, gave him gold
Christmas filled the castle
Friends if you want to be sure
Of what we're expressing
Give at Christmas to the poor
And yourself fine blessing
[Outro]
And yourself fine blessing!