Good King Wenceslas last looked out On the beach top, he then
Teeth but crisp and even
Brightly shone the moon that night
No the thrust was too low
When a poor man came inside
Gathering winter views
Here's a page and stand by me If thou know'st it, tell it
Yonder, peasant, who is he Where a park is dwellin'
Sigh, he lives a good weekend Underneath the mountain
Right against the forest fence
By St. Agnes Mountain
By St. Agnes Mountain
Good key winters, bad key winters, bad key winters
