Junior: Away in a manger, no crib for a bed
The little Lord Jesus lay down his sweet head.
The stars in the sky look down where he lay,
The little Lord Jesus asleep on the hay
Mom Asparagus: 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.
Junior: And stay by my cradle ’til morning is nigh.
Merry Christmas, Mom
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