Behind the hill there's a busy little still, where your Pappy's working
in the moonlight.
Your lovin' Paw isn't quite within the law, so he's hiding there behind
the hill.
Bye, bye, baby. Stop your yawning.
Don't cry, baby, Day will be dawning.
And when it does, from the mountain where he was, he'll be coming
with jug of moonshine.
So count your sheep, Mamma's singing you to sleep with the moonshine
lullaby.
Dream of Pappy, very happy, with his jug of mountain rye.
So count your sheep, Mamma's singing you to sleep with the moonshine
lullaby.
