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 nigh.
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 nigh.
Away in a Manger.
Drawing
Links to:
(Midi sequence from www.mathesonfamily.ca)
Away in a manger,
No crib for a 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
A - sleep in the hay.
