The Swinging Shepherd Blues

 

Along a mountain pass, there is a patch of grass,

Where the swinging shepherd plays his tune.

His sheep never stray, dancing all day

Till they see the pale and yellow moon.

And then he leads his flock,

And homeward they all rock,

To the sound of the swinging shepherd blues.

 

Swinging shepherd, play those haunting trills

Swinging shepherd let it echo through the hills

The swinging shepherd blues.

 

Then through the starry night

He sees a shining light,

A host of angels singing overhead.

To Bethlehem town

He must go down

There he’ll see a baby in a manger bed,

And with the cherubim

He’ll play a pipe for him

To the tune of the swinging shepherd blues.

 

Swinging shepherd, play those haunting trills

Swinging shepherd let it echo through the hills

The swinging shepherd blues.