John Of Dreams

When midnight comes, good people, homeward tread

Seek now your blankets and your feather bed

Home is the rover, his journey's over

Yield up the nighttime to old John of Dreams

Yield up the nighttime to old John of Dreams

Across the hills the sun has gone astray

Tomorrow's cares are many dreams away

The stars are flying, the wind is sighing

Yield up the darkness to old John of Dreams

Yield up the darkness to old John of Dreams

Both man and master in the night are one

All things are equal when the day is done

The prince and the plowman, the slave and the freeman

All find their comfort in old John of Dreams

All find their comfort in old John of Dreams

Now as you sleep the dreams come winging clear

The hawks of morning cannot harm you here

Sleep is a river, flows on forever

And for your boatman choose old John of Dreams

And for your boatman choose old John of Dreams

When midnight comes, good people, homeward tread

Seek now your blanket and your feather bed

Home is the rover, his journey's over

Yield up the nighttime to old John of Dreams

Yield up the nighttime to old John of Dreams

Home is the rover, his journey's over

Yield up the nighttime to old John of Dreams

Yield up the nighttime to old John of Dreams

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