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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... @Amerind @Xmas @seasonal filename[ HURONCRL MX Oct00 |
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