Burl Ives – Indian Christmas Carol lyrics
'Twas in the moon of wintertime
When an the birds had fled.
That might Gitche Manitou
Sent Angel choirs instead.
Beneath their lights
The stars grew dim
And wanderin' hunters
Heard the hymn.
Jesus your King is born
Jesus is born
In excelsis Gloria
Within a log of broken bark
The tender Babe was found
A ragged robe of rabbit skin
Wrapped His beauty round
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
Oh children of the forest free
Oh 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
Jesus your King is born
Jesus is born
In excelsis Gloria