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 He lay
The little Lord Jesus asleep on the hay

The cattle are lowing, the poor Baby wakes
But little Lord Jesus no crying He makes
I love Thee, Lord Jesus,
      look down from the sky
And stay by my side, 'til morning is nigh.

Be near me, Lord Jesus, I ask Thee to stay
Close by me forever and love me I pray
Bless all the dear children
      in Thy tender care
And take us to heaven,
      to live with Thee there

Níléidi awéé’ bits’áál dooígíí ádin,
Bóhólníihii Jesus
      tł’oh bikáá’ niiltí̜
Sití̜i̜ji̜’ wódahdé̜é̜’
      so̜’ ada’deesdíín,
Bóhólníihii Jesus tł’oh yikáá’ ałwosh

Béégashii ádaaní, awéé’ ch’ínádzid
Nidi Bóhólníihii doo ndi yicha da
Bóhólníihii, ni
      ayóó’áníínísh’ní
Éí ba̜a̜ hoos’i̜i̜dji̜’ shíighahgóó honíló̜

Áłahji̜’ shił honíló̜, Bóhólníihii
Hool’áágóó áádóó ayóó’áshííní’ní
Áłchíní t’áá’ałtso
      bik’ijiinídlí
Yá’a̜a̜shdi honiidló̜o̜-
      -go ánihílééh