Ella Fitzgerald - Swingin' Shepherd Blues Lyrics

Along a mountain pass,
There is a patch of grass,
Where the swingin' shepherd plays his tunes.
His sheep never stray,
Dancing 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
(flute)
Play it swingin' shepherd
(flute)
His sheep never stray