'Twas in the moon of wintertime
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When all the birds had fled
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That mighty Gitchi Manitou
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Sent angel choirs instead
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Before their light the stars grew dim
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And wandering hunters heard the hymn
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Jesus your King is born, Jesus is born
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In excelsis gloria
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Within a lodge of broken bark
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The tender Babe was found
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A ragged robe of rabbit skin
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Enwrapp'd His beauty round
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And as the hunter braves drew nigh
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The angel song rang loud and high
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Jesus your King is born, Jesus is born
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In excelsis gloria
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The earliest moon of wintertime
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Is not so round and fair
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As was the ring of glory
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On the helpless infant there
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The chiefs from far before him knelt
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With gifts of fur and beaver pelt
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Jesus your King is born, Jesus is born
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In excelsis gloria
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O children of the forest free
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O sons of Manitou
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The Holy Child of earth and heaven
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Is born today for you
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Come kneel before the radiant Boy
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Who brings you beauty, peace and joy
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Jesus your King is born, Jesus is born
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In excelsis gloria
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The Huron Carol
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