We ll, there is a young cowb oy he l ives on the range
His horse and his c attle are his o nly companions
He works in the s addle and he s leeps in the canyons
Just w aiting for S ummer, his p astures to change
An d as the moon rises he s its by his f ire
Thinking about w omen and g lasses of beer
And c losing his eyes as the dogie s retire
He sings out a s ong which is soft but it's clear
As if maybe someone could hear
(C＃horus)
Go odnight you m oonlight ladie s
Rockabye s weet baby J ames
Deep greens and b lues are the colours I choose
Won't you let me go down 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 Berkshires seemed d ream-like on a ccount of that frosting
With t en miles b ehind me and t en thousand more to go
There's a s ong that they sing when they t ake to the highway
A song 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 you can b elieve it if it helps you to sleep
But singing works just fine for me
- C＃horus -
So, G oodnight you m oonlight l adies
Rockabye s weet baby James
Deep greens and b lues are the colours I choose
Won't you let me go down in my dreams
And r ockabye s weet baby James
