'Twas the Moon of Wintertime

In the moon of wintertime
All the birds had fled
God the lord of all the earth
Sent angel choirs instead

Chiefs from afar before him knelt
With gift of fox and beaver felt
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

Chiefs from afar before him knelt
With gift of fox and beaver felt
Jesus your King is born, Jesus is born
In excelsis gloria

Oh children of the forest free
The angel choir is true
The holy child of earth and heaven
Is born this day 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

In the moon of wintertime
All the birds had fled
God the lord of all the earth
Sent angel choirs instead
Before their light the stars grew dim
Wandering hunters heard the hymn
Jesus your King is born, Jesus is born
In excelsis gloria
In excelsis gloria