huron carol
mclachlan, sarah
'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 wondering hunters heard the hymn
within a lodge of broken bark
the tender babe was found
a ragged robe of rabbit skin
enwrapped his beauty round
but as the hunter braves drew nigh
the angel song rang loud and high
o children of the forest free
the holy child of earth and heav'n
come kneel before the radiant boy
who brings you beauty peace and joy
the earliest moon of wintertime
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