Away in a manger, no crib for a bed The little Lord Jesus lay down His sweet head The stars in the sky looked down where He lay The little Lord Jesus
(Waylon Jennings) 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
Away in a manger, no crib for a bed The little Lord Jesus laid down His sweet head The stars in the sky looked down where He lay The little Lord Jesus
Away in a manger, No crib for His bed, The little Lord Jesus Laid down His sweet head; The stars in the heavens Looked down where He lay, The little Lord
Translation: Christmas Songs. Away In A Manger.
: Away in a manger, no crib for a bed The little Lord Jesus laid down His sweet head The stars in the sky looked down where He lay The little Lord Jesus
Away in a manger, No crib for His bed, The little Lord Jesus Laid down His sweet head; The stars in the heavens Looked down where He lay, The little
Christmas songs everyone can sing along Those words and melodies I learned by heart so long ago I love Christmas on my radio (Ooh ooh) Away in a manger
raw music soon as you listen to it Jump up like a old fat lady at church Jump back like a uncut thang at work Mang, hop in and take a ride with a pimp
Mary Ooh, born in a manger, laid in some hay They just didn't know who you were Ooh, You were born in a stable, so far away O, we just didn't know who
Over the hills and far away Go tell it on the mountain That Jesus Christ is born The shepherds all were watching Over their sheep at night When a
(George Strait) Let there be not one stranger To away in a manger Let ther be not one soul left untold Let there be not one face unknown to the face
I throw my bottle into the sea I'm looking for love and a lot of tenderness Sweet-talk reassurance from everywhere I want an everblue sky and kisses right away
seems a simply thing But when Christmas ends it passes like a dream It's Christmas time we put away our sorrow A time for joy for happiness and song
chew On something And I ain't just a little uptight I'm in a real bad mood I'm in a funk, sunk In a pool of pitiful I got the mange I'm a chain (Son
, good will to men From heaven?s own gracious King The world in silent stillness lay To hear the angels sing Away in a manger, no crib for a bed The
