We ll, there is a young cowb oy he l ives on the range
His ho rse and his c attle are his o nly companions
He wo rks in the s addle and he s leeps in the canyons
Just w aiting for S ummer, his p astures to cha nge
An d as the moon rises he s its by his f ire
Th inking about w omen and g lasses of beer
And c losing his eyes as the dogie s retire
He si ngs out a s ong which is soft but it's clear
As if maybe s omeone could hear
(Bhorus)
Go odnight you m oonlight ladie s
Ro ckabye s weet baby J ames
De ep greens and b lues are the colours I choose
Won't you let me go do wn in my dreams
And r ockabye s weet baby James
Now the f irst of D ecember was c overed with snow
And so was the t urnpike from S tockbridge to Boston
Though the Be rkshires seemed d ream-like on a ccount of that frosting
With t en miles b ehind me and t en thousand mor e to go
There's a s ong that they sing when they t ake to the highway
A so ng that they s ing when they t ake to the sea
A s ong that they sing of their h ome in the sky
Maybe yo u can b elieve it if it helps you to sleep
But si nging works just f ine for me
- Bhorus -
So, G oodnight you m oonlight l adies
Ro ckabye s weet baby James
De ep greens and b lues are the colours I choose
Won't you let me go do wn in my dreams
And r ockabye s weet baby James
