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Huron Carol

Huron Carol

 Twas in the moon of wintertime, when all the birds had fled
 The mighty Gitche Manitou sent angel choirs instead
 Before their light the stars grew dim
 And wondering hunters heard the hymn...

 cho:     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 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...

 Oh children of the forest free, oh sons of Manitou
 The holy child of heaven and earth is born this day to you
 Come kneel before the radiant boy
 Who brings you beauty, peace, and joy...


Thanks to Mudcat for the Digital Tradition!

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