Huron Carol

Twas in the moon of wintertime when all the birds had fled

That mighty Gitchi Manitou sent angel choirs instead

Before their light the stars grew dim and wondering hunters heard the hymn

Jesus your King is born, Jesus is born, in excelsis gloria

Within a lodge of broken bark the tender babe was found

A ragged robe of rabbit skin enwrapped his beauty round

But as the hunter braves drew nigh the angel song rang loud and high

Jesus your King is born, Jesus is born, in excelsis gloria

O children of the forest free, O son of Manitou

The holy child of earth and heaven is born today for you

Come kneel before the radiant boy who brings you beauty peace and joy

Jesus your King is born, Jesus is born, in excelsis gloria

The earliest moon of wintertime is not so round and fair

As was the ring of glory on the helpless infant there

The chiefs from far before him knelt with gifts of fox and beaver pelt

Jesus your King is born, Jesus is born, in excelsis gloria