Away in a manger no crib for His bed. The little Lord Jesus lay down His sweet head. The stars in the bright sky look down where He lay. The little Lord Jesus asleep on the hay. Mary was that mother mine. Jesus Christ her little child. The cattle are lowing the baby awakes. But little Lord Jesus no crying He makes. I love Thee Lord Jesus come down from the sky. And stay by my bedside 'til morning is nigh. Mary was that mother mine. Jesus Christ her little child. Mary was that mother mine. Jesus Christ her little little child. The stars in the bright sky look down where He lay. The little Lord Jesus asleep on the hay. Mary was that mother mine. Jesus Christ little child. Mary was that mother mine. Jesus Christ her little child. Mary was that mother mine. Jesus Christ her little child. Mary was that mother mine. Jesus Christ her little child