Letra da Música Huron Carol de Sarah McLachlan

Twas in the moon of winter-time
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
But 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 fox 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. "