Now the first of December was covered with snow
And so was the turnpike from Stockbridge to Boston,
Tho' the Berkshires seemed dreamlike
On account of that frostin',
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 it helps you to sleep
But singing works just fine for me.
So goodnight you moonlight ladies
And 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.