| Song Name: | Good King Wenceslas (Chrom F) | By: | Unknown |
| Posted By: | marion | Difficulty: | Any |
| Key: | F | Genre: | Holiday |
| Harp Type: | Chromatic | ||
| Created: | 2016-11-03 13:40:12 | Modified: | 0000-00-00 00:00:00 |
| Song: | (Music Plays Through Once)
5 5 5 -5 5 5 3 Good King Win-ces-las looked out, -3 3 -3 -4 5 5 On the Feast of Stephen, 5 5 5 -5 5 5 3 When the snow lay round a-bout, -3 3 -3 -4 5 5 Deep and crisp and ev-en; 7 -6 6 -5 6 -5 5 Brightly shone the moon that night, -3 3 -3 -4 5 5 Tho' the frost was cru-el, 3 3 -3 -4 5 5 -5 When a poor man came in sight, 7 -6 6 -5 5 -6 5 Gath-'ring win-ter fu - el. (Pause Then Repeat 2X) -5 -5 -5 6 -5 -5 -3 -4 -3 -4 5* -5 -5 -5 -5 -5 6 -5 -5 -3 -4 -3 -4 5* -5 -5 -7 7 -6* 6 -6* 6 -5 -4 -3 -4 5* -5 -5 -3 -3 -4 5* -5 -5 6 -7 7 -6* 6 -5 7 -5 "Hith-er, 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, Un-der-neath the mountain; Right a-gainst the forest fence, By Saint Ag-nes� 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 to-geth-er; Through the rude wind's wild la-ment And the bit-ter we-a-ther. "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 thy blood less cold-ly." This song plays with karaoke music run time 2:06. |
