LYRICS
Use A− / A+ to adjust text sizeHuron Carol
Twas in the moon of winter-timeWhen all the birds had fledThat mighty Gitchi ManitouSent angel choirs insteadBefore their light the stars grew dimAnd wandering hunters heard the hymn"Jesus your King is born, Jesus is bornIn excelsis gloria. "Within a lodge of broken barkThe tender Babe was foundA ragged robe of rabbit skinEnwrapp'd His beauty roundBut as the hunter braves drew nighThe angel song rang loud and high"Jesus your King is born, Jesus is bornIn excelsis gloria. "The earliest moon of wintertimeIs not so round and fairAs was the ring of gloryOn the helpless infant thereThe chiefs from far before him kneltWith gifts of fox and beaver peltJesus your King is born, Jesus is bornIn excelsis gloriaO children of the forest freeO sons of ManitouThe Holy Child of earth and heavenIs born today for youCome kneel before the radiant BoyWho brings you beauty, peace and joy"Jesus your King is born, Jesus is bornIn excelsis gloria. "
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