Skydiggers - Good king wenceslas

^FGood King Wenceslas looked out, ^Fon the Feast of ^FStephen ^FWhen the snow lay round about, ^Fdeep and crisp and ^Feven. ^FBrightly ^Fshone the ^Am7moon that ^Gnight, ^Ftho the frost was ^Fcruel ^FWhen a ^Am7poor man ^Fcame in ^Gsight, ^Am7gathering ^Gwinter ^Ffu^Fel^F.

^FHither, page, an stand by me, ^Fif thou knowest it, ^Ftelling ^FYonder peasant, who is he? ^FWhere and what his ^Fdwelling? ^FSire, he ^Flives a ^Am7good league ^Ghence, ^Funderneath the ^Fmountain ^FRight ^Am7against the ^Fforest ^Gfence, ^Am7by St. ^GAgnes ^Ffo^Fun^Ftain.

^FBring me flesh and bring me wine, ^Fbring me pine logs ^Fhither ^FThou and I will see him dine, ^Fwhen we bear them ^Fthither. ^FPage and ^Fmonarch, ^Am7forth they ^Gwent, ^Fforth they went to^Fgether ^FThrough the ^Am7rude winds ^Fwild la^Gment ^Am7and the ^Gbitter w^Fea^Fth^Fer.

^FSire, the night is darker now, ^Fand the wind blow ^Fstronger ^FFails my heart, I know not how; ^FI can go no ^Flonger. ^FMark my ^Ffootsteps, ^Am7my good page. ^GTread ^Fnow in them ^Fboldly ^FThou shalt ^Am7find the ^Fwinters ^Grage, ^Am7freeze thy ^Gblood less ^Fco^Fld^Fly.

^FIn his masters' steps he trod, ^Fwhere the snow lay ^Fdinted ^FHeat was in the very sod, ^Fwhich the saint had ^Fprinted. ^FTherefore, ^FChristian ^Am7men, be ^Gsure, ^Fwealth or rank ^Fpossessing ^FYe who ^Am7now will ^Fbless the ^Gpoor, ^Am7shall your^Gselves find ^Fbl^Fes^Fsing.