Away in the manger no crib for his bed.

The little lord jesus

Laid down his sweet head.



The stars in the 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 theelord jesus;

Look down from the sky

And stay by my cradle

Till morning is night.