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