Doo bee doo...
Along a mountain pass, there is a patch of grass,
where the swingin' 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 tune of the swingin' sheperd blues.
Well on, sheperd, play those haunting thrills!
Come on, shepherd, let it echo through the hills!
Doo bee doo..