“We three fans of Somerset are …” – A Somerset cricket Christmas Carol

At Christmas time it is appropriate that Somerset cricket should have its own Christmas carol. Here it is, to be sung to the tune of We three kings of Orient are … Just click ‘read more’.

We three fans of Somerset are;
Seeking glory, travelling far,
Trent Bridge, Chelmsford and The Oval,
Seeking that holy grail.


Chorus O grail of wonder, grail of light,
Grail we dream of ev’ry night,
Westward coming, ever coming,
Reaching Taunton, never quite.

Crossing the country on a train
Stranded at New Street once again,
Wait forever, moving never,
Hoping for news in vain.


Chorus O grail of wonder, grail of light,
Grail we dream of ev’ry night,
Westward coming, ever coming,
Reaching Taunton, never quite.

Weighed with bags and Somerset hats;
Dreaming of cider stored in vats;
Crystal-gazing; hopes araising:
Somerset win the match.


Chorus O grail of wonder, grail of light,
Grail we dream of ev’ry night,
Westward coming, ever coming,
Reaching Taunton, never quite.

Sky is dark, and threatening rain,
Somerset lose the toss again;
Hoping, fearing, ball is rearing,
Shredding our hopes in twain.


Chorus O grail of wonder, grail of light,
Grail we dream of ev’ry night,
Westward coming, ever coming,
Reaching Taunton, never quite.

Glorious now, it’s midnight’s dream,
Sleeping eyes revealing a gleam;
Pennant, pennant, glorious pennant,
I could forever dream.


Chorus O grail of wonder, grail of light,
Grail we dream of ev’ry night,
Westward coming, ever coming,
Reaching Taunton, never quite.

Now it comes: great Christmas Day,
Dreams unfurl, our fears allay.
Pennant, pennant, glorious pennant
Flying, if for just one day.


Chorus O grail of wonder, grail of light,
Grail we dream of ev’ry night,
Westward coming, ever coming,
Reaching Taunton, never quite.

And with that thought, a merry Christmas to all.