LYING IN A MANGER by David Medd

Lying in a manger, ox and ass beside,
Man above the manger watching with his bride;
A little boy lay on the straw sleeping in the hay,

CHORUS
And angels sang a song for him born on Christmas day
angels sang a song for him, born on Christmas day

In the fall of winter, out beside a stream,
Lying in a wigwam in the silver beam,
The tribes around brought rabbit skins and coloured beads to play

In the summer sunlight, down below the hill
With the palms above him, the sea-wind sleeping still,
A little boy lay on the sand, the sea-birds watched him play

In the smoky city, in the foggy street,
Mist around the houses, water at your feet,
"A boy is born at number 4!" I heard the milkman say

A good 1 for kids, melodic.
brad