The Huron Carol
Here is a version of the Carol
Hailed by the New York Times as a harpist with ``powerful playing and musicianly energy,´´ Yolanda Kondonassis is recognized as one of the world´s foremost harpists, performing both as a concerto soloist and recitalist throughout the United States, Far East, and Europe.
'Twas in the moon of win-ter-time
When all the birds had fled,
That might-y Gitch-i Man-i-tou
Sent an-gel choirs in-stead.
Be-fore their light the stars grew dim,
And won-d'ring hunters heard the hymn:
Je-sus, your King, is born,
Je-sus is born,
In ex-cel-sis glo-ri-a.
With-in a lodge of bro-ken bark
The ten-der Babe was found.
A rag-ged robe of rab-bit skin
En-wrapped His beau-ty round.
The chiefs from far be-fore Him knelt
With gifts of fox and bea-ver pelt.
O child-ren of the for-est free,
O sons of Man-i-tou,
The Holy Child of earth and heav'n
Is born to-day for you.
Come kneel be-fore the rad-iant Boy
Who brings you beau-ty, peace and joy.
FIRST STANZA IN HURON
Estennialon de tsonoue, Jesous ahatonhia,
Onnaouateoua d'oki, N'onouandaskouaentak,
N'onouandilonrachatha, Jesous ahatonhia
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