Chords for Good King Wenceslas
Tempo:
87.1 bpm
Chords used:
G
C
Em
D
A
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
Start Jamming...
[G]
[C] [G]
[D] Good King Wenceslas looked [C] out on the [G] feast of Stephen,
When the snow lay round [C] about, deep and [G] crisp and even,
Brightly shone the moon that [C] night, though the [G] frost was [D] cruel,
When a poor man came in sight, gathering [Em] winter [G] fuel.
Hear the page and stand by me, if thou know'st it telling,
Yonder peasant, who is he, where and what his dwelling?
Sir, he lives a goodly hence, underneath the mountain,
Right against the forest [Em] fence, by [C] St.
Agnes' [G] mountain.
Bring me flesh and bring me wine, bring me pine logs hither,
Thou and I will see him dine, when we bear him thither.
Aiden, monarch, forth they went, forth they went together,
Through the rude winds, wild lament, and [C] the bitter [G] weather.
[Em] [C] [G]
Sir, the night is darker [C] now, and [G] the wind blows stronger,
Fails my heart, I know [C] not how, I can go no longer.
[G] Mark my footsteps, my good page, tread thou in them boldly,
Thou shalt find the winter's rage, freeze thy blood less coldly.
In his master's steps he trod, where the snow lay dented,
It was in the very sod, which the saint had printed.
Therefore, Christian men, be sure, wealth or rank possessing,
Ye who now [D] will bless the poor, [G] shall yourselves [A] find [G] blessing.
[Em] [G]
[N]
[C] [G]
[D] Good King Wenceslas looked [C] out on the [G] feast of Stephen,
When the snow lay round [C] about, deep and [G] crisp and even,
Brightly shone the moon that [C] night, though the [G] frost was [D] cruel,
When a poor man came in sight, gathering [Em] winter [G] fuel.
Hear the page and stand by me, if thou know'st it telling,
Yonder peasant, who is he, where and what his dwelling?
Sir, he lives a goodly hence, underneath the mountain,
Right against the forest [Em] fence, by [C] St.
Agnes' [G] mountain.
Bring me flesh and bring me wine, bring me pine logs hither,
Thou and I will see him dine, when we bear him thither.
Aiden, monarch, forth they went, forth they went together,
Through the rude winds, wild lament, and [C] the bitter [G] weather.
[Em] [C] [G]
Sir, the night is darker [C] now, and [G] the wind blows stronger,
Fails my heart, I know [C] not how, I can go no longer.
[G] Mark my footsteps, my good page, tread thou in them boldly,
Thou shalt find the winter's rage, freeze thy blood less coldly.
In his master's steps he trod, where the snow lay dented,
It was in the very sod, which the saint had printed.
Therefore, Christian men, be sure, wealth or rank possessing,
Ye who now [D] will bless the poor, [G] shall yourselves [A] find [G] blessing.
[Em] [G]
[N]
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[D] Good King Wenceslas looked [C] out on the [G] feast of Stephen,
When the snow lay round [C] about, deep and [G] crisp and even,
Brightly shone the moon that [C] night, though the [G] frost was [D] cruel,
When a poor man came in sight, gathering [Em] winter [G] fuel. _ _ _
Hear the page and stand by me, if thou know'st it telling,
Yonder peasant, who is he, where and what his dwelling?
Sir, he lives a goodly hence, underneath the mountain,
Right against the forest [Em] fence, by [C] St.
Agnes' _ [G] mountain. _ _
Bring me flesh and bring me wine, bring me pine logs hither,
Thou and I will see him dine, when we bear him thither.
Aiden, monarch, forth they went, forth they went together,
Through the rude winds, wild lament, and [C] the bitter _ [G] weather. _ _
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_ _ Sir, the night is darker [C] now, and [G] the wind blows stronger,
Fails my heart, I know [C] not how, I can go no longer.
_ [G] Mark my footsteps, my good page, tread thou in them boldly,
Thou shalt find the winter's rage, freeze thy blood less _ coldly.
_ In his master's steps he trod, where the snow lay dented,
It was in the very sod, which the saint had printed.
Therefore, Christian men, be sure, wealth or rank possessing,
Ye who now [D] will bless the _ poor, [G] shall yourselves [A] find [G] blessing. _
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[D] Good King Wenceslas looked [C] out on the [G] feast of Stephen,
When the snow lay round [C] about, deep and [G] crisp and even,
Brightly shone the moon that [C] night, though the [G] frost was [D] cruel,
When a poor man came in sight, gathering [Em] winter [G] fuel. _ _ _
Hear the page and stand by me, if thou know'st it telling,
Yonder peasant, who is he, where and what his dwelling?
Sir, he lives a goodly hence, underneath the mountain,
Right against the forest [Em] fence, by [C] St.
Agnes' _ [G] mountain. _ _
Bring me flesh and bring me wine, bring me pine logs hither,
Thou and I will see him dine, when we bear him thither.
Aiden, monarch, forth they went, forth they went together,
Through the rude winds, wild lament, and [C] the bitter _ [G] weather. _ _
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[Em] _ _ [C] _ _ [G] _ _
_ _ Sir, the night is darker [C] now, and [G] the wind blows stronger,
Fails my heart, I know [C] not how, I can go no longer.
_ [G] Mark my footsteps, my good page, tread thou in them boldly,
Thou shalt find the winter's rage, freeze thy blood less _ coldly.
_ In his master's steps he trod, where the snow lay dented,
It was in the very sod, which the saint had printed.
Therefore, Christian men, be sure, wealth or rank possessing,
Ye who now [D] will bless the _ poor, [G] shall yourselves [A] find [G] blessing. _
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