The Herdsman Song Here is my cattle on the nightly plain They’re pretty restless – it looks like rain Trail has been long & dry as the dust I do need sleepin – sit up with ‘em I must Yippee-i-ay Yippee-i-o I’m the herdsman Grazin like letters; stubborn & free Out on the pastures of poetry Moonlight & wind playin with the rain ‘tis my cattle, in pleasure & pain Yippee-i-ay Yippee-i-o I’m the herdsman Far is the morning; long is the night Thinking of my girl – she’s outta sight Yonder my words; I do hear ‘em drop ‘tis my cattle; gonna round ‘em up Yippee-i-ay Yippee-i-o I’m the herdsman © 2010
