Good King Wenceslas / We Three Kings - The Harry Simeone Choir
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
We three kings of orient are
Bearing gifts we travel afar
Field and fountain moor and mountain
Following yonder star
O star of wonder star of night
Star of royal beauty bright
Westward leading still proceeding
Breaths a life of gathering gloom