Away in a manger no crib for a bed
That's the song my little three year old sang as I kissed her forehead
Then very sincere and to my surprise
A few small tears filled up in her eyes

And then she said Daddy, where did baby Jesus lay
And I said Honey, little Jesus had to sleep on the hay
Then in her prayers that night I heard her softly say
Jesus, I'll take care of you, come live with me today

My little girl said Daddy, take my money and buy a little bed
And put a blanket on Him and kiss His little head
You know baby Jesus need a place where He can stay all night
And you can let Him have my room Daddy, that'll be alright

Well, she drifted off to sleep with a smile on her face
Just for certain that she'd solved the baby Jesus case
No one else could help Him on that cold, dark night
But now my little daughter had made everything alright

Away in a manger, now He has a bed
Where the little Lord Jesus can lay down His sweet head
The stars in the sky look down where he lay
Now the little Lord Jesus don't have to sleep on the hay

(Away in the manger no crib for a bed
The little Lord Jesus layed down His sweet head)