Huron Carol Lyrics

Gregorian Huron Carol

'Twas in the moon of winter-time
When all the birds had fled
That mighty gitchi Manitou
Sent angel choirs instead

Before the light the stars grew dim
And wondering hunters heard the hymn
Jesus your king is born, Jesus is born

Within a lodge of broken bark
The tender babe was found
A raged 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

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
Jesus your king is born, Jesus is born

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
Jesus your king is born, Jesus is born
Jesus your king is born, Jesus is born