Away In A Manger

The creeper of the bed, the little Lord Jesus laid down his sweet head. The stars in the bright sky looked down where he laid. The lethal, Lord Jesus, the sleeping, the hay. Ooh!

O catholic- plaer! Lord Jesus. I love the Lord Jesus, Lord, down from the sky, and say by my cradle, Until morning is night, O'er the manger know great for a man,

For little Lord Jesus, Let down his sweet friend. O be near me, Lord Jesus, I ask thee to stay Close by me forever and love me, I pray Let all the dear children in my drendon hair and fit a poor heaven to live with thee there.