Sweet Baby James Birkshires seemed dream-like on a- ccount of
(James Taylor) that frostin', with ten miles be- hind 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
(starts on 'A') that they sing of their home in the
sky, maybe you can be- lieve it, if it
There is a young cow- boy, he lives on helps you to sleep, but singin' works
the range.- His horse and his just fine for me. So...
cattle are his only com- panions, He
works in the saddle and he sleeps in the [chorus]
canyons, Waiting for summer, his
pastures to change.
And as the moon rises he sits by his
fire, Thinking 'bout women and glasses
of beer, closing his eyes as the
dogies ret- ire, he sings out a song
which is soft but it's clear, as if
maybe someone could hear.
Goodnight you moonlight la
dies 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.
Well the first of De- cember was covered
in snow. So was the turnpike from
Stockbridge to Boston, though the