Jesus, Jesus, rest your head,
you have got a manger bed.
All the evil folk on earth
sleep in feathers at their birth.
Jesus, Jesus, rest your head,
you have got a manger bed.
Have you heard about our Jesus?
Have you heard about his fate?
How his mother went to the stable
on that Christmas Eve so late?
Winds were blowing, cows were lowing,
stars were glowing, glowing, glowing.
(repeat chorus)
To the manger came the Wise Men
bringing things from hin and yon,
for the mother and the father,
and the blessed little Son.
Shepherds left their fields and flocks
and sat beside the ass and ox.
(repeat chorus)