There is a young cowboy
He lives on a 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
Thinking about women
And glasses of beer
And closing his eyes
As the doggies retire
He sings out a song
Which is soft but it's clear

As if maybe someone could hear

Good night, you moonlight 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?
And rock-a-bye sweet baby james

Now the first of December
Was covered with snow
And so was the turnpike
From stockbridge to boston
Lord, the berkshire seemed dream
Like on account of that frosten
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 helps you to sleep

But singing works just fine for me

So, good night, you moonlight 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?
And rock-a-bye sweet baby james