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 in the hay. But little lord Jesus, no crying he makes; The cattle are lowing, the baby awakes, I love thee, lord Jesus, look down from the sky And stay by my side until morning is nigh. Be near me, lord Jesus, I ask thee to stay, Close by me forever and love me, I pray; Bless all the dear children in thy tender care, And fit us for heaven to live with thee there.