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 poor baby wakes
But little Lord Jesus, no crying he makes
I love you, Lord Jesus; look down from the sky
And stay by my cradle until morning is nigh

Be near me, Lord Jesus, I ask thee to stay
Close by me for ever, and love me, I pray
And love me, I pray
And love me, I pray