Disclaimer: I don't own Golden Girls and I don't own James Taylor's Sweet Baby James (though I modified the song a little bit))


Dorothy's grand-daughter was born on a Friday just like Kate was. She was born to a teenage mother just like Kate was. Kate was 15 when she had the baby. Dorothy and Stan were not angry about it. How could they be? Kate was born when Dorothy was 17.

"Mom," Kate said, "I'm worried. She keeps crying. She's not hungry. She's not messy or wet. She just seems to be in distress. Am I doing something wrong?"

"Here," Dorothy said, "Give her to me."

Kate handed the baby over. Dorothy bounced her softly and hummed to her.

There is a young cowgirl

Who lives on the range

Her horse and her saddle

Are her only companion

She works in the saddle and she sleeps in the canyon

Waiting for summer

Her pasture to change

Little Jane stopped crying and looked up at Dorothy.

"Your grandma used to sing this to you when you were a baby," Dorothy told Kate, "Except she said sweet baby Kate."

Kate started singing

As the moon rises

She sits by her fire

Thinking about nice men

But no glasses of bear

She closes her eyes as the doogies retire

Momma sings a song the is soft but it's clear

As if maybe someone could hear

By now Jane looked like she was starting to feel tired.

"She was just having trouble sleeping is all," Dorothy said

"Mom am I ever going to learn to be a good mother," Kate asked.

"Honey you already are," Dorothy said.

The baby started fussing again. Dorothy sang again.

Goodnight my moonlight lady

Rock a bye sweet baby Jane

Soft pinks no blues are the colors we chose

Now sweetheart go back to your dreams

And rock a bye sweet baby Jane

The baby fell asleep but Dorothy kept singing; softly as not to wake her up.

Now the first of December was covered in snow

And so the turnpike from Stockbridge to Boston

Though the Berksh ires seemed dreamlike on account of the frosting

There's ten miles behind you

But ten thousand more to go.

There's a song that they sing when they take to the highway

A song that they sing when they take to the sea

A song that they sing of their home in the sky

Darlin' you can believe it

Cause it's true

But singing works just fine for me

Goodnight my moonlight lady

Rock a bye sweet baby Jane

Soft pinks no blues are the colors we chose

Now sweetheart go back to your dreams

And rock a bye sweet baby Jane

Dorothy then put the baby in the crib and kissed her goodnight.

"And sleep well my sweet baby Jane," she whispered before leaving the room