Letra de Huron Carol

'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 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 fox and beaver pelt Jesus, your King, is born Jesus is born In excelsis gloria O children of the forest free O son 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 Jesus, your King, is born Jesus is born In excelsis gloria