Appalachian carol, arr. Arthur Warrell

Jesus, Jesus rest your head.

You have got a manger bed.
All the evil folk on earth
Sleep in feathers at their birth.

Have you heard about our Jesus?
Have you heard about his fate?
How his mother came to the stable
On that Christmas Eve so late?

Winds were blowing, cows were lowing,
Stars were glowing, glowing, glowing.

Jesus, Jesus rest your head.
You have got a manger bed.

To the manger came the Wise Men
Bringing things from hin and yon
For the mother and the father
And the blessed little son.

Milkmaids left their fields and flocks

And sat beside the ass and ox.

Jesus, Jesus rest your head.
You have got a manger bed.