Harry Belafonte - "The Glory Manger" lyrics

There in a stable she born him
Cold winter night
And there in a stable she born him
On a cold winter night
And sanctified the glory manger
And the Hallelujah Hallelujah
Wasn't that a bright Bethlehem morning
All around the glory manger

And all his pretty little fingers played in the straw
All his pretty little fingers played in the straw
And all his pretty little fingers played in the straw
That's what made the glory manger
And the Hallelujah Hallelujah
Wasn't that a bright Bethlehem morning
All around the glory manger