Away in a Manger Anne Murray # [G]Away in a manger, no [C]crib for a[G] bed, The l[D7]ittle Lord Jesus laid d[C]own his sweet h[G]ead. The st[G]ars in the sky looked d[C]own where he l[G]ay, The l[D7]ittle Lord Jes[G]us, as[Am]leep on t[D7]he h[G]ay. The [G]cattle are lowing, the p[C]oor Baby awa[G]kes, But [D7]little Lord Jesus, no cr[C]ying he ma[G]kes. I l[G]ove Thee, Lord Jesus; look d[C]own from the s[G]ky, And s[D7]tay by my crad[G]le 't[Am]il morning [D7]is ni[G]gh. Be ne[G]ar me, Lord (chordiearchive.chordie.com)