Christmas Songbook

Huron Christmas 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 wondring 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.
And as the hunter braves drew nigh❟
The Angel song rang loud and high:


The earliest moon of winter time
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:


O children of the forest free❟
O sons of Manitou❟
The Holy Child of earth and heavn
Is born today for you.
Come kneel before the radiant Boy
Who brings you beauty❟ peace and joy: