Away in a manger
No crib for His head
The little Lord Jesus laid down His sweet headThe stars in the heavens looked down where He lay
The little Lord Jesus asleep on the hay
The cattle are lowing
The poor Baby wakes
But little Lord Jesus no crying He makes
I love Thee, Lord Jesus
Look down from the sky
And stay by my cradle ′til morning is high
Be near me, Lord Jesus
I ask Thee to stay
Close by me forever, and love me, I pray
Bless all the dear children in Thy tender care
And fit us for heaven to live with Thee there
And fit us for heaven to live with Thee there
