Away in a manger, no crib for his bed,
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The little Lord Jesus laid down his sweet head.
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The stars in the sky looked down where he lay,
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The little Lord Jesus asleep on the hay.
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The cattle are lowing, the baby awakes,
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But little Lord Jesus no crying he makes.
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I love thee, Lord Jesus! Look down from the sky,
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And stay by my cradle 'til morning is neigh.
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Believe me, Lord Jesus, I asked thee to stay
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Close by me forever and love me I pray
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Bless all of the dear children in thy tender care
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And take us to heaven to live with thee there...
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Away In A Manger
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| Blaine Larsen |
