Master Number: 11481

Title: ANA11481 Good King Wenceslas

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Date Of Creation: 2022-09-12

Active: Yes

Public: No

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App Owner's Share: %

Genres:
adult contemporary, atmospheric, christian, and holiday

Keywords:
adventure, atmospheric, bright, christmas, feel-good, gentle, heartwarming, holiday, lifting, and light

Lyrical Themes:
God, awakening, belief, celebration, christmas, devotion, empowering, and holiday

Similar Artists:
Ellie Goulding, Fleurie, Lennon Stella, Local Natives, and Maggie Rogers

Tempo:
Mid-Downtempo

Vocal Type:
female

Onestop:
ONESTOP

Versions:
  1. Vocal
    Duration: 3:43
    Audio Files:
    • 128k MP3
      Server Location: /tmp/d20221031-24253-170n2eo/ana.11481.1.128k.mp3
    • 320k MP3
      Server Location: /tmp/d20221031-24253-170n2eo/ana.11481.1.320k.mp3
    • AIF
      Server Location: /tmp/d20221031-24253-170n2eo/ana.11481.1.aif
    Audio Received: Yes
  2. Instrumental
    Duration: 3:43
    Audio Files:
    • 128k MP3
      Server Location: /tmp/d20221031-24253-8siega/ana.11481.2.128k.mp3
    • 320k MP3
      Server Location: /tmp/d20221031-24253-8siega/ana.11481.2.320k.mp3
    • AIF
      Server Location: /tmp/d20221031-24253-8siega/ana.11481.2.aif
    Audio Received: Yes

Description: An enchanting tale about the Bohemian king who goes on a journey, braving harsh winter weather, to give alms to a poor peasant. Filled with grace and soft piano, this song adds to the Christmas spirit, like soft snowfall. BPM - 94

Lyrics: Good King Wenceslas Meredith Morgan, Mark Siegel Good King Wenceslas looked out on the Feast of Stephen Where 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 knowst 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 pie 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 much stronger Fails my heart, I know not how I can go much 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 know will bless the poor shall yourselves find blessing Blessed are the poor, blessed are the meek Blessed are the ones who give despite their own need Blessed are the poor, blessed are the meek Blessed are the ones who give

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Notes: MASTER: 50% Mark Siegel, 50% Menna

Created by: Intern Account

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