Good King Wenceslas (Instrumental Version)

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 the poor man came in sight, gathering winter fuel When the next day had arrived And the sun was shining Now the stranger knew a dark cloud had a silver lining One day he'll stop by again Never more a stranger We'll remember our good king Saving him from danger