Right now it's just me and my guitar, Thom. Although I'm currently on the lookout for people to be playing with, we're a great team and rock in all ways possible.
Lyrics
The Huron Carol
'Twas in the moon of wintertime, when all the birds had fled,
that God, the Lord of all the earth, sent angel choirs instead.
Before their light the stars grew dim,
And wand'ring 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 enwrapped his beauty 'round and '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.
O children of the forest free, the angel song is true!
The Holy Child of earth and heav'n 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.
