Here’s another one I never heard before, another hymn for our Christmas Carol Contest: requested by Phoebe, How Unto Bethlehem (This Pilgrimage of Kings), by the Robert Shaw Chorale.
Remember–anyone can play, and you can play as often as you like.
Here’s another one I never heard before, another hymn for our Christmas Carol Contest: requested by Phoebe, How Unto Bethlehem (This Pilgrimage of Kings), by the Robert Shaw Chorale.
Remember–anyone can play, and you can play as often as you like.
Thank you, Lee. I love this one.
Nice. I had never heard it before.
could you please play marys boy child by harry belafonte. thank you.
No. 2 in line for tomorrow.
Has anyone requested “Good King Wencesles”? If not, I request it. Thank you.
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,
tho’ the frost was cruel,
When a poor man came in sight,
gath’ring winter fuel.
“Hither, page, and stand by me,
if thou know’st 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, good my page.
Tread thou in them boldly
Thou shalt find the winter’s rage
freeze thy blood less coldly.”
In his master’s steps 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.
It’ll be No. 3 tomorrow.
Another new on to me as well. Maybe we could have a contest on who can find the most Christmas songs we have never heard before.
That’s Byron the Quokka scooting under the bed…