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 bright sky looked down where He 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 side until morning is nigh.