Away in a manger,
No crib for a bed
The little Lord Jesus
Lay down His sweet head
The stars in the sky
Looked down where he lay
The little Lord Jesus
Asleep on the hay.
The cattle are lowing,
The baby awakes,
But little Lord Jesus
No crying he makes;
I love thee, Lord Jesus,
Look down from the sky
And stay by my cradle
Till morning is nigh
Be near me Lord Jesus,
I asked thee to stay
Close by me forever
And love me, I plary!
Bless all the dear children
In thy tender care
And take us to heaven
To live with thee there.
Away in a Manger, away
Away in a Manger, away
Away in a Manger, away
Away in a Manger, away
Away in a Manger, away
