A - long a moun - tain pass
There is a patch of grass
Where the swing - in' shep - herd plays a tune;
His sheep nev - er stray,
Danc - in' all day
Til they see the pale and yel - low moon,
And then he leads his flock
And home - ward they all rock
To the tune of the swing - in' shep - herd blues.
Come home, shep - herd,
Play those haunt - ing trills;
Come home, shep - herd,
Let it ech - o through the hills,
The swing - in' shep - herd blues.