Em,3 The Huron Indian carol Em 'Twas in the moon of wintertime Bm Em When all the birds had fled, Em That mighty Gitchi Manitou Bm Em Sent angel choirs instead; Am Before their light the stars grew dim Em B7 And wond'ring hunters heard the hymn; Em "Jesus your King is born; Jeus is born: B7 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 earth and heaven Is born today for you. Come kneel before the radiant boy Who brings you beauty, peace, and joy.