Текст: Alan Jackson. Let It Be Christmas. Away in a Manger.

Away in a manger, no crib for His bed
The little Lord Jesus laid 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 till morning is neigh

Believe me, Lord Jesus, I asked Thee to stay
Close by me forever and love me I pray
Keep all of the dear children in Thy tender care
And take us to Heaven to live with Thee there