There is a young cowboy, he lives on the range
His horse and his cattle, they're his only companions
He works in the saddle and he sleeps in the canyons
Just waiting for summer, his pastures to change
And as the moon rises, he sits by his fire
Just thinking about women and glasses and beer
And closing his eyes
As the doggies retire
He sings out a song which is soft but it's clear
Just as if maybe someone could hear
He says goodnight all you moonlight ladies
And rock-a-bye sweet baby James
Deep greens and blues
Are the colours I choose
Won't you let me go down in my dreams
Yes, a rock-a-bye sweet baby James
Now the first of December was covered with snow
Yes, and so was the turnpike from Stockbridge to Boston
Now the Berkshires seemed dreamlike on account of the snow
Now the Berkshires seemed dreamlike on account of the frosting
With 10 miles behind me and 10,000 more to go
You should know
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
A song that they sing of their home in the sky
Baby, you can't believe it
Baby, you can't believe it
If it helps you to sleep
But singing's gonna work fine for me
So goodnight all you moonlight ladies
And rock-a-bye sweet baby James
Deep greens and blues
Are the colours I choose
Won't you let me go down in my dreams
Yes, a rock-a-bye sweet baby James