Well, there is a young cowboy he lives on the range
His ho rse and his cattle are his only companions
He wo rks in the saddle and he sleeps in the canyons
Just waiting for Summer, his pastures to cha nge
And as the moon rises he sits by his fire
Th inking about women and glasses of beer
And closing his eyes as the dogies retire
He si ngs out a song which is soft but it's clear
As if maybe s omeone could hear
(Dhorus)
Goodnight you moonlight ladies
Ro ckabye sweet baby James
De ep greens and blues are the colours I choose
Won't you let me go do wn in my dreams
And rockabye sweet baby James
Now the first of December was covered with snow
And so was the turnpike from Stockbridge to Boston
Though the Be rkshires seemed dream-like on account of that frosting
With ten miles behind me and ten thousand mor e to go
There's a song that they sing when they take to the highway
A so ng that they sing when they take to the sea
A song that they sing of their home in the sky
Maybe yo u can believe it if it helps you to sleep
But si nging works just f ine for me
- Dhorus -
So, Goodnight you moonlight ladies
Ro ckabye sweet baby James
De ep greens and blues are the colours I choose
Won't you let me go do wn in my dreams
And rockabye sweet baby James
