A Fine Day To Exit

Good King Wenceslas looked out on the feast of Stephen, when the snow lay round about, deep and crisp and even. Brightly shown the moon that night, though the frost was cruel, when a poor man came in sight, gathering winter fuel. Hither, page, and stand by me. If thou know it telling: yonder peasant, who is he? Where and what his dwelling? Sire, he lives a good league hence, underneath the mountain, right against the forest fence by Saint Agnes 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 together through the rude wind's wild lament and the bitter weather. 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 my good page, tread thou in them boldly: Thou shalt find the winter's rage freeze thy blood less coldly. In ...

I sowed the seeds of love I sowed them in the spring I gathered them up in the morning so clear When the small birds so sweetly sing When the small birds so sweetly sing The gardener was standing by I asked him to choose for me He chose for me the violet, the lily and the pink But those I refused all three But those I refused all three The violet I did not like Because it bloomed so soon The lily and the pink I really over-think So I thought I would wait till June So I thought I would wait till June In June there was a red rose bud That is the flower for me I often times have plucked that red rose bud Till I gained the willow tree Till I gained the willow tree The willow tree will twist The willow tree will twine I often have wished I was in the young man's arms Who once had the arms of mine Who once had the arms of mine I sowed the seeds of love I sowed them in the spring I gathered them up in the morning so soon When the small birds so sweetly ...