- long a moun - tain pass There is a patch of grass Where the swing - in' shep - herd plays a tune; His sheep nev - er stray, Danc - in' all day Til they see the pale and yel - low moon, And then he leads his flock And home - ward they all rock To the tune of the swing - in' shep - herd blues. Come home, shep - herd, Play those haunt - ing trills; Come home, shep - herd, Let it ech - o through the hills, The swing - in' shep - herd blues.