Bush - Good King Wencelas lyrics

good king wencelas last looked out

on the feast love stephen (?)

while the snow lay round a bout

deep and crisp and even

brightly shone the moon that night

though the frost was cruel

when a frenchman came along

carrying nuclear fuel

well, one two three four

hey son where ya going with those presents in your hand

i said hey son (...?...)

he said no way son no way there's work to be done

he said remember the christmas spirit now

put away your gun

(...?...) let's go now