Away in a Manger

Oh, way in our danger, no grip for our bed. The little Lord Jesus laid down his sweet hand. The stars in the bright sky looked down where he lay. The little Lord Jesus asleep on the hay.

The cattle are going, the baby awaits. The little Lord Jesus, no crying he made. My love, the Lord Jesus, took down from the sky and stayed by my side until morning is mine. Away in our manger, no grip for our pen.

The little Lord Jesus laid down his sweet hand. The stars in the bright sky looked down where he lay. The little Lord Jesus, I sweep on the hay. Be near me, Lord Jesus, I have seen to stay, close by me forever, and love me I pray.

Let all the dear children in the light enter death And feed us for heaven to live with evil Away in our manger, no griffer our friend The little Lord Jesus laid down his sweet hand.

The stars in the bright sky looked down where he lay. The little Lord Jesus asleep on the head. I see all the hate The rat in the market square Shop is running round In a half-bying lawsuit pretty