emmylou harris
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 bright 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 you, Lord Jesus!  Look down from the sky, And stay by my cradle 'Til morning is nigh.