Away in a manger,
No crib for a bed,
The little lord Jesus
Laid down his sweet head.
The stars in the bright sky
Looked down where he lay
The little lord Jesus
Asleep on the hay.
The cattle are lowing,
The poor 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
Til morning is nigh
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 take us to heaven,
To live with thee there
