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

Thinkin' about women and glasses of beer

Reclosing 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 moonlight ladies

Rockabye, sweet baby James

Deep greens and blues are the colors I choose

Won't you let me go down in my dreams?

And rockabye, sweet baby James

Now, the first of December was covered with snow

So was the turnpike from Stockbridge to Boston

Though the Berkshires seemed dreamlike on account of that frostin'

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

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 moonlight ladies

Rockabye, sweet baby James

Deep greens and blues are the colors I choose

Won't you let me go down in my dreams?

And rockabye, sweet baby James