Song Lyrics
Won t you let me go down in my dreams, but singing works just fine for me
and rockabye sweet baby james
there is a young cowboy he lives on the range
Deep greens and blues are the colors i choose, the berkshires seemed dream-like on account of that frosting
a song that they sing when they take to the sea
Deep greens and blues are the colors i choose, goodnight you moonlight ladies
His pastures to change, with ten miles behind me and ten thousand more to go there s a song that they sing when they take to the highway, waiting for summer
A song that they sing when they take to the sea, maybe you can believe it if it helps you to sleep, his horse and his cattle are his only companions
And as the moon rises he sits by his fire, the berkshires seemed dream-like on account of that frosting Sweet, and as the moon rises he sits by his fire
The berkshires seemed dream-like on account of that frosting, there is a young cowboy he lives on the range
and closing his eyes as the doggies retire
A song that they sing of their home in the sky, thinking about women and glasses of beer, he works in the saddle and he sleeps in the canyons
And rockabye sweet baby james, won t you let me go down in my dreams
There is a young cowboy he lives on the range, he works in the saddle and he sleeps in the canyons
Rockabye sweet baby james, a song that they sing when they take to the sea
a song that they sing when they take to the sea
rockabye sweet baby james
Maybe you can believe it if it helps you to sleep, won t you let me go down in my dreams
Waiting for summer, there is a young cowboy he lives on the range, won t you let me go down in my dreams
rockabye sweet baby james
he sings out a song which is soft but it s clear
His pastures to change, his horse and his cattle are his only companions
Won t you let me go down in my dreams, there is a young cowboy he lives on the range
And rockabye sweet baby james, maybe you can believe it if it helps you to sleep James, goodnight you moonlight ladies
Maybe you can believe it if it helps you to sleep, as if maybe someone could hear
There is a young cowboy he lives on the range, waiting for summer, deep greens and blues are the colors i choose
Goodnight you moonlight ladies, a song that they sing of their home in the sky James, with ten miles behind me and ten thousand more to go there s a song that they sing when they take to the highway
there is a young cowboy he lives on the range
he sings out a song which is soft but it s clear
And as the moon rises he sits by his fire, now the first of december was covered with snow
With ten miles behind me and ten thousand more to go there s a song that they sing when they take to the highway, he sings out a song which is soft but it s clear, the berkshires seemed dream-like on account of that frosting
A song that they sing when they take to the sea, a song that they sing of their home in the sky
There is a young cowboy he lives on the range, but singing works just fine for me
And so was the turnpike from stockbridge to boston, goodnight you moonlight ladies
now the first of december was covered with snow
And as the moon rises he sits by his fire, as if maybe someone could hear, won t you let me go down in my dreams
deep greens and blues are the colors i choose
And so was the turnpike from stockbridge to boston, but singing works just fine for me, goodnight you moonlight ladies
As if maybe someone could hear, goodnight you moonlight ladies Taylor, he works in the saddle and he sleeps in the canyons
He sings out a song which is soft but it s clear, maybe you can believe it if it helps you to sleep, there is a young cowboy he lives on the range