Christmas Carols Lyrics:
- Free Printable Booklet of Christmas Carol lyrics
- iPad Interactive book of Christmas Carol lyrics: 99p
- iPad Carols, Piano Solos and Seasonal Songs for Christmas - an interactive book of Christmas carol arrangements for piano, including duets for two iPads: £24.99
- iPad Carols, Piano Solos and Seasonal Songs for Christmas, Volume One: £9.99
- iPad Carols, Piano Solos and Seasonal Songs for Christmas, Volume Two: £9.99
- iPad Carols, Piano Solos and Seasonal Songs for Christmas, Volume Three: £9.99
- iPad Secondo parts for the piano duets included in Carols, Piano Solos and Seasonal Songs for Christmas: Free
- Carols, Piano Solos and Seasonal Songs for Christmas - ring-bound hard copy: £129 including site photocopy licence. Also available in three separate volumes priced at £49 each.
Christmas Carols and Seasonal Songs
- iPad Lyrics: search ZigZag Education on the iBooks store.
- iPad Piano Scores (68 arrangements, solos and duets): search ZigZag Education on the iBooks store.
- Photocopiable Piano Scores including site photocopy licence: go to zzed.co.uk/arrangechristmas
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?
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 shall 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.