Moonshine Lullaby
Irving Berlin Lyrics


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Behind the hill
There's a busy little still
Where your pappy's working in the moonlight
Your lovin' pa
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 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

Overall Meaning

The lyrics to Irving Berlin's "Moonshine Lullaby" paint a vivid picture of a rustic southern lifestyle, where moonshining and bootlegging were commonplace. The first verse describes a busy little still behind a hill where a child's father is hard at work making moonshine, all while trying to avoid the law. The second verse conveys a sense of comfort and safety, with the mother singing a lullaby to her child and encouraging them to dream of a happy father with his jug of mountain rye.


The song is an interesting commentary on the Prohibition era, a time where alcohol was banned in the United States, but many Americans continued to drink and produce their own liquor in secret. The lullaby-esque quality of the song also adds to the irony of the lyrics, with the soothing melody contrasting with the illicit activity described in the verses. Overall, "Moonshine Lullaby" is a playful and nostalgic homage to a bygone era and a window into a fascinating period in American history.


Line by Line Meaning

Behind the hill
There is something hidden beyond the horizon


There's a busy little still
It's a place where alcohol is illegally produced


Where your pappy's working in the moonlight
Where your father is secretly working at night


Your lovin' pa
Your affectionate father


Isn't quite within the law
He's doing something illegal


So he's hiding there behind the hill
He's hiding to avoid getting caught


Bye bye, baby
Goodbye, my child


Stop your yawning
Stop being tired and go to sleep


Don't cry, baby
Do not weep or sob, my little one


Day will be dawning
The sun will rise soon


And when it does
At that time


From the mountain where he was
From the place where he was hiding


He'll be coming with a jug of moonshine
He will bring alcohol in a container


So count your sheep
Imagine some fluffy white creatures to help you sleep


Mamma's singing you to sleep
Your mother is singing a song to help you sleep


With the Moonshine Lullaby
A song about illegal liquor used to make you sleep


Dream of pappy
Imagine your dad


Very happy
Extremely joyous


With his jug of mountain rye
With his container of homemade whisky




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