The Singing Scoutmaster: Away In A Manger

DAway in Ga Dmanger, no crib for a Embed

The A7little Lord DJesus lay E7down his sweet A7head.

The Dstars in Gthe Dbright sky, looked down where he Emlay.

The A7little Lord DJesus

a-Gsleep on A7the Dhay.

DThe cattle Gare Dlowing, the baby a-Emwakes,

But A7little Lord DJesus no E7crying he A7makes.

I Dlove Thee, GLord DJesus, look down from the Emsky

And A7stay by my Dcradle

'til Gmorning A7is Dnigh.

DBe near me, GLord DJesus, I ask Thee to Emstay

Close A7by me for-Dever, and E7love me, I A7pray

Bless Dall the Gdear Dchildren in thy tender Emcare,

And A7take us to Dheaven,

to Glive with A7Thee Dthere. A D