Away in the Manger

Away in the manger,

No crib for a bed.

The little Lord Jesus

Laid down his sweet head.

The stars in the bright sky

Look 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

Till morning is nigh.