Away in the 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 on the hay.
The cattle are lowing, the poor ba-by awakes,
But little lord Jesus no cryong he makes.
I love Thee, lord Jesus, look down form the sky
And stay by my cradle til morning is nigh.
Be near me, lord Jesus, I ask Thee to stay
Close by me forever, and love me, I pray
Bess all the dear children in they tender care,
And take us to heaven, to live with Thee there
The cattle a-lowing, The baby awakes;
But little lord Jesus, No crying he makes.
I love Thee, lord Jesus, look down the sky,
And stay by my bedside, 'Til morning is nigh.
Be near me lord Jesus, I ask Thee to stay,
Close by me for ever, And love me I pray.
Bess all the dear children In thy tender care
And fit us to heaven, To live with three there

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