Skydiggers - Good king wenceslas

^GGood King Wenceslas looked out, ^Con the Feast of ^GStephen ^GWhen the snow lay round about, ^Cdeep and crisp and ^Geven. ^GBrightly ^Cshone the ^Gmoon that ^Em7night, ^Cthough the frost was ^Gcruel ^GWhen a ^Cpoor man ^Em7came in ^Dsight, ^Ggathering winter ^Em7fuel^C. ^G

^GHither page, and stand by me, ^Cif thou knowest it, ^Gtelling ^GYonder peasant, who is he? ^CWhere and what his ^Gdwelling? ^GSire, he ^Clives a ^Ggood league ^Em7hence, ^Cunderneath the ^Gmountain ^GRight ^Cagainst the ^Em7forest ^Dfence, ^Gby St. Agnes ^Em7foun^Cta^Gin.

^GBring me flesh and bring me wine, ^Cbring me pine logs ^Ghither ^GThou and I will see him dine, ^Cwhen we bear them ^Gthither. ^GPage and ^Cmonarch, ^Gforth they ^Em7went, ^Cforth they went to^Ggether ^GThrough the ^Crude winds ^Em7wild la^Dment ^Gand the bitter ^Em7weat^Che^Gr.

^GSire, the night is darker now, ^Cand the wind blows ^Gstronger ^GFails my heart, I know not how; ^CI can go no ^Glonger. ^GMark my ^Cfootsteps, ^Gmy good ^Em7page. ^CTread though in them ^Gboldly ^GThou shall ^Cfind the ^Em7winters ^Drage, ^Gfreeze thy blood less ^Em7cold^Cly^G.

^GIn his masters' steps he trod, ^Cwhere the snow lay ^Gdinted ^GHeat was in the very sod, ^Cwhich the saint had ^Gprinted. ^GTherefore, ^CWomen, ^Gmen, be ^Em7sure, ^Cwealth or rank pos^Gsessing ^GYe who ^Cnow will ^Em7bless the ^Dpoor, ^Gshall yourselves find ^Em7bles^Csi^Gng.