'Twas in the moon of winter time when all
the birds had fled,
That Mighty Gitchi Manitou sent angel
Before their light the stars grew dim, and
wand'ring hunters heard the hymn
Within a lodge of broken bark the tender
Babe was found,
A ragged robe of rabbit skin enwrapped His
And as the hunter braves drew nigh, the
angels' 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
And Chiefs from far before Him knelt with
gifts of fox and beaver pelt.
O children of the forest free, O sons of
The Holy child of earth and heav'n is born
to-day for you.
Come kneel before the radiant Boy, Who
brings you beauty, peace, and joy.
'Jesus, your King, is born; Jesus is born; in
Canada's first Christmas carol, "Jesus is Born" or "Noel Huron", attributed to Father Jean de Brebeuf, circa. 1642.
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