John O'Dreams

When midnight comes and people homeward tread

Seek now your blanket and your feather bed

Home comes the rover his journeys over

Yield up the night time to old john o'dreams

Across the hills the sun has gone astray

Tomorrows cares are many dreams away

They stars are flying your candle is dying

Yield up the darkness to old john o'dreams

Both man and master in the night are one

All things are equal when the day is done

The prince and the ploughman, the slave and the freeman

All find their comfort in old john o'dreams

When sleep it comes the dreams come running clear

The hawks of morning cannot reach you here

Sleep is a river, flow on forever

And for your boatman choose old john o'dreams