There is a young cowboy, and 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 He's waiting for summer, his pastures to change ♪ Listen as the moon rises, he sits by his fire Just to thinkin' about women and glasses of beer 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 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? 'Cause I rock-a-bye my sweet baby James" Now, the first of December it was covered with snow The signs, oh, was the turnpike from Stockbridge to Boston Though the Berkshire's 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 Just that singing seen to works 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? Oh, rock-a-bye, oh, sweet baby James