Lyrics
Now the first of december was covered with snow, a song that they sing when they take to the sea, a song that they sing of their home in the sky
Goodnight you moon light ladies, a song that they sing of their home in the sky
There s a song that they sing when they take to the highway, and as the moon rises he sits by his fire
A song that they sing of their home in the sky, he sings out a song which is soft, he works in the saddle and he sleeps in the canyons
There s a song that they sing when they take to the highway, and as the moon rises he sits by his fire, won t you let me go down in my
And rock-a-bye sweet baby james, as if maybe someone could hear
Goodnight you moon light ladies, goodnight you moon light ladies
And rock-a-bye sweet baby james, goodnight you moon light ladies
Though the berkshires seemed dreamlike on account of that frosting, rock-a-bye sweet baby james, and as the moon rises he sits by his fire
he works in the saddle and he sleeps in the canyons
A song that they sing of their home in the sky, with ten miles behind me and ten thousand more to go
And rock-a-bye sweet baby james, waiting for summer
though the berkshires seemed dreamlike on account of that frosting
And rock-a-bye sweet baby james, a song that they sing when they take to the sea, goodnight you moon light ladies
But singing works just fine for me, as if maybe someone could hear
rock-a-bye sweet baby james
He sings out a song which is soft, there s a song that they sing when they take to the highway
a song that they sing of their home in the sky
Deep greens and blues are the colors i choose, there s a song that they sing when they take to the highway
And rock-a-bye sweet baby james, there s a song that they sing when they take to the highway
rock-a-bye sweet baby james
There s a song that they sing when they take to the highway, deep greens and blues are the colors i choose
though the berkshires seemed dreamlike on account of that frosting
there s a song that they sing when they take to the highway
thinking about women and glasses of
Waiting for summer, he lives on the range
he works in the saddle and he sleeps in the canyons