Good King Wenceslas - A Traditional Christmas Carol

Hi Folks

This is a video of me singing the traditional Christmas carol,Good King Wenceslas.

I edited the video to some footage of the Christmas decorations we have here in the house.

This traditional carol dates back to sometime in the mid 1850s.It is a story based on legends of the historical Saint Wenceslaus I, Duke of Bohemia (907–935).In the song the king goes on a journey during the cold snowy winter weather to give food,wine and pine logs to a poor peasant on the Feast of Stephen (December 26, the Second Day of Christmas).

During the journey, his page is about to give up against the harsh winter weather, but is able to continue by following the king's footprints through the snow.

Season Greetings to you all!

I hope my version of this traditional carol brings you some festive cheer :)

"Good King Wenceslas"

Good King Wenceslas looked out
On the Feast of Stephen
When the snow lay round about
Deep and crisp and even
Brightly shone 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 knowst 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 shall see him dine
When we bear them thither.
Page and monarch, forth they went
Forth they went together
Through the rude winds 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, good my page
Tread thou in them boldly
Thou shall find the winters rage
Freeze thy blood less coldly.

In his masters step he trod
Where the snow lay dinted
Heat was in the very sod
Which the Saint had printed
Therefore, Christian men, be sure
Wealth or rank possessing
Ye, who now will bless the poor
Shall yourselves find blessing.

Good King Wenceslas looked out
On the Feast of Stephen
When the snow lay round about
Deep and crisp and even
Brightly shone the moon that night
Though the frost was cruel
When a poor man came in sight
Gathering winter fuel