'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 Hunter 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... Refrain

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. Refrain