Huron Carol
Words: Jean de Bre­beuf, cir­ca 1643; trans­lat­ed from Hu­ron to Eng­lish by J. Ed­gar Mid­dle­ton, 1926

Gm
Twas in the moon of wintertime,
Gm           F         Gm
When all the birds had fled,
Gm
That mighty Gitchi Manitou
Gm         F      Gm
Sent angel choirs instead;
Gm                     Cm         Dm
Before their light the stars grew dim,
Dm  Ebmaj7    Gm/Bb   Adim      Dm7
And wond'ring hunters heard the hymn:

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Gm/Bb Ebmaj7 F       Gm
Jesus your   King is born,
Ebmaj7 Bb     Ebmaj7
Je  -  sus is born,
   F  Gm7 F   Ebmaj9 D  Gm
In ex-cel-sis glo -  ri-a.

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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