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
