The Huron Carol


'Twas in the moon of winter-time 
When all the birds had fled, 
That mighty Gitchi Manitou 
Sent angel choirs instead; 
Before their light the stars grew dim, 
And wandering hunter 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 
Enwrapp'd His beauty round; 
But as the hunter braves drew nigh, 
The angel song rang loud and high... Refrain 
 O children of the forest free, 
O sons 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. Refrain