Away In A Manger

Away in a manger, no crib for His 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 watch by my cradle till morning is nigh.