Woah
(Ooh, ooh, ooh)
(Ba-da-dada)
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
Gath'ring winter fuel
(Ooh, ooh, ooh)
(Ba-da-dada)
Bring me mead and bring me wine
Bring me pine logs hither
Thou and I will see him dine
When we bear him thither
Page and monarch forth they went
Forth they went together
Through the rude wind's wild lament
And the bitter weather
(Ooh, ooh, ooh)
(Ba-da-dada)
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 folk, be sure
Wealth or rank possessing
Ye who now will bless the poor
Shall yourselves find blessing
Blessing
Let our kindness shine alight
Let our kindness shine alight
Let our kindness shine alight
Let our kindness shine alight
Let our kindness shine alight
Let our kindness shine alight
(Let our kindness shine alight)
(Let our kindness shine alight)
Let it shine, shine, shine
Let our kindness shine alight
Let our kindness shine
Let our kindness shine alight
Let our kindness shine