Along a mountain pass
There is a patch of grass
Where the swingin' shepherd plays the blues;
His sheep never stray

Dancin' all day
Til they see the pale and yellow moon
And then he leads his flock

And homeward they all rock
To the tune of the swingin' shep herd blues
Come home, shepherd
Play those haunting trills
Come home, shepherd
Let it echo through the hills
The swingin' shepherd blues