17 acessos
Away in a manger, no crib for a bed,
The little Lord Jesus, lays down his sweet head.
The stars in the sky looked down where he lay
The little Lord Jesus, asleep on the hay
The cattle are lowing, the baby awakes,
But little Lord Jesus no crying he makes.
I love Thee, Lord Jesus, look down from the sky
And stay by my cradle til 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,