Along    a  mountain pass There is a patch of grass Where the swingin’   shepherd plays a tune; 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’   shepherd    blues Come home shepherd Play those haunting trills Come   home  shepherd Let it echo through the hills The swingin’    shepherd       blues.