Behind the hill
There's a busy little still
Where you pappy's working in the moonlights.
Your lovin' pa
Isn't quite within in 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 mountains where he was
He'll be coming with a 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.