Away in a Manger

Away in a manger, no crib for a bed

The little Lord Jesus laid down his sweet head;

The stars in the sky looked down where he lay

The little Lord Jesus asleep in the hay

The cattle are lowing, the sweet baby wakes

The little Lord Jesus, no crying he makes

I love Thee, Lord Jesus, look down from the sky

And stay by my side 'til morning is nigh