There is a young cowboy, he lives on the range
His horse and his cattle they’re his only companions
He works in the saddle and sleeps in the canyons
Just waiting for summer, his pastures to change
And as the moon rises he sits by his fire
Just thinking about women and glasses of beer
And closing his eyes as the doggies retire
He sings out a song which is soft but is clear
Just as if maybe someone could hear
He says goodnight all you moonlight ladies
And rock a bye sweet baby James
Deep greens and blues are the colours I choose
Won’t you let me go down in my dreams
And rock a bye sweet baby James
Now the first of December was covered with snow
And so was the turnpike from Stockbridge to Boston
How the Berkshires seemed dreamlike
On account of that frosting
With ten miles behind me and ten thousand more to go
You should know
There’s a song that they sing when they take to the highways
The song that they sing when they take to the seas
The a song that they sing of their home in the sky
Maybe you can believe it if it helps you to sleep
But singing seems to work fine for me
So goodnight all you moonlight ladies
And rock a bye sweet baby James
Deep greens and blues are the colours I choose
Won’t you let me go down in my dreams
Yes and rock a bye sweet baby James