Loreena Mckennitt - 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
Gath’ring winter fuel
"Hither, page, and stand by me,
If thou know’st it, telling
Yonder peasant, who is he?<