There is a young cowboy
he lives on the range
His horse and his cattle
are his only companions
He works in the saddle
and he sleeps
in the canyons
waiting for summer
his pastures to change
And as the moon rises
he sits by his fire
thinking about women
and glasses of beer
And closing his eyes
as the doggies retire
he sings out a song
which is soft but
it's clear
As if maybe
someone could hear
Goodnight you
moon light ladies
rock-a-bye sweet
baby James
Deep greens and blues
are the colors 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
Though the Berkshires
seemed dreamlike on
account of that frosting
With ten miles
behind me and ten
thousand more to go
There's a song
that they sing when
they take to the
highway
A song that they sing
when they
take to the sea
A song that they sing
of their home in the sky
maybe you can believe
it if it helps you to sleep
But singing works
just fine for me
So goodnight you
moon light ladies
rock-a-bye sweet
baby James
Deep greens and blues
are the colors I choose
won't you let me go
down in my dreams
And rock-a-bye
sweet baby James