Good King Wenceslas (AKA Good King Jazz Man)

Janelle Donovan, Mark Cargill, Andrew Carney, Greg Cook
Public Domain ;additional & original music/lyrics and arrangement - Mark Cargill, Andrew Carney, Mark Cargill, Greg Cook


We used to carol in our neighborhood when we were kids. One of my all time favorites to share was Good King Wenceslas. He always sounded like such a great guy to me. Someone to emulate. It is rumored that the original tune was an old English drinking song! Which is why we get such a catchy melody. I thought it would be fun to do a jazz version and with my LA producers Mark Cargill & Greg Cook; we gave it a whirl. Andrew Carney joined us and added some terrific trumpet licks. I enjoy this version very much and feel like it bounces me along to a happier more positive attitude. Enjoy!



Reviewing tracks for Christmas Eyes Album:Greg Cook, Janelle Donovan & Mark Cargill.jpg


A traditional song with original additional lyrics by Janelle Donovan; original additional music, and arrangement by Janelle Donovan, Mark Cargill, Andrew Carney, and Greg Cook      Copyright 2010 TONErecords from CD “Christmas Eyes”


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 (Mmmm)

 Hither page and stand by me, If thou knows’t tell me

Yonder fella who is he, Where and what his dwelling?

Sire he lives a a good league hence, Underneath the mountain

Right beside the forest fence,By Saint Agnes Fountain (In our neighborhood...)

 So! Bring me flesh and bring me wine; Bring me pine logs hither

 Thou and I will see him dine, When we bring them thither 

Page and monarch forth they went, Forth they went together

Through the rude winds wild lament, And the bitter weather... in your heart, we can do our part...

 Sire the night is darker now, And the wind grows colder

Fails my heart I know not how, I can go no longer

Mark my footsteps my good friend, Tread thou in them boldly

 Thou shalt find the winter’s rage, Freeze thy blood less coldly (Be a good guy, Christmas good guy)

 In his master’s steps he trod, Where the snow lay dinted

 Heat was in the very sod, Where the Saint had printed

Therefore all you folks be sure, Wealth or rank possessing

 You who would now help the poor, Shall yourselves find blessing in your heart, I know you can do you part


Good King Wenceslas took a look around the hood, whether he could do some good

 Patron Saint of Czechoslovakia   Mmmm

Good King Wenceslas went out...

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