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 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 nigh.
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 little Lord Jesus
Asleep on the hay.