There is a young cowboy who lives on the ranch His horse and his cattle are his only companion He works in the saddle And he sleeps in the canyon Waiting for summer His pastures to change As the moon rises He sits by his fire Thinking about women and glasses of beer Closes his eyes as the doggies retire Sings out 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 colours I choose Won't you let me go down in my dream And rockabye sweet baby James Now the first of December was covered with snow And so was the turnpike from Stockbridge to Boston Though the Berkshires seem dream like On account of that frosting Ten miles behind me Ten thousand more to go There's a song they sing when they take to the highway There's a song that they sing when they take to the sea There's a song that they sing of their home in the sky Maybe you could believe it If it helps you to sleep Singing works just fine for me So Goodnight you moonlight ladies Rockabye sweet baby James Deep greens and blues are the colours I choose Won't you let me go down in my dreams And rockabye sweet baby James