Michael J. Oczko - The Huron Carol - текст песни (слова)

'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:
 
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 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;
 But as the hunter braves drew nigh,
 The angel song rang loud and high:
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 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.
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 O children of the forest free,
 O seed of Manitou,
 The holy Child of earth and Heav'n
 Is born today for you.
 Come kneel before the radiant Boy,
 Who brings you beauty, peace and joy.
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