Away in a manger, no crib for a bed
The little Lord Jesus lay down his sweet head.
The stars in the bright sky looked down where he lay,
The little Lord Jesus a- sleep on the hay.
The cattle are lowing, the baby a- 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 nigh.
Be near me, Lord Jesus, I ask Thee to stay
Close by me for- ever, and love me, I pray
Bless all the dear children in thy tender care,
And take us to heaven, to live with Thee
there