The Huron Carol Lyrics - Crash Test Dummies

'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 wandering hunters heard the hymn 

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 

Enwrapp'd His beauty round 

And as the hunter braves drew nigh 

The angel song rang loud and high 

Jesus your King is born, Jesus is born 

In excelsis gloria 

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 fur and beaver pelt 

Jesus your King is born, Jesus is born 

In excelsis gloria 

O children of the forest free 

O 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 

Jesus your King is born, Jesus is born 

In excelsis gloria