(Traditional)



Away in a manger

No crib for His bed

The little Lord Jesus

Lay down His sweet head

The stars in the bright sky

Look down where lay

The little Lord Jesus

Asleep on the hay



The cattle are lowing

The baby awakes

But little Lord Jesus

No crying he makes

I love you Lord Jesus

Look down from the sky

And stay by my cradle

'Til morning is nigh