There is a young cowboy, he lives on the rangeHis horse and his cattle, they're his only companionsHe works in the saddle and he sleeps in the canyonsJust waiting for summer, his pastures to changeAnd as the moon rises, he sits by his fireJust thinking about women and glasses and beerAnd closing his eyesAs the doggies retireHe sings out a song which is soft but it's clearJust as if maybe someone could hearHe says goodnight all you moonlight ladiesAnd rock-a-bye sweet baby JamesDeep greens and bluesAre the colours I chooseWon't you let me go down in my dreamsYes, a rock-a-bye sweet baby JamesNow the first of December was covered with snowYes, and so was the turnpike from Stockbridge to BostonNow the Berkshires seemed dreamlike on account of the snowNow the Berkshires seemed dreamlike on account of the frostingWith 10 miles behind me and 10,000 more to goYou should knowThere's a song that they sing when they take to the highwayA song that they sing when they take to the seaA song that they sing of their home in the skyA song that they sing of their home in the skyBaby, you can't believe itBaby, you can't believe itIf it helps you to sleepBut singing's gonna work fine for meSo goodnight all you moonlight ladiesAnd rock-a-bye sweet baby JamesDeep greens and bluesAre the colours I chooseWon't you let me go down in my dreamsYes, a rock-a-bye sweet baby James