John O'Dreams

When midnight sings, good people homeward tread
 Seek now your blanket and your featherbed
 Home is the rover
 His journey over
 Yield up the nighttime to old John O'dreams
 Yield up the nighttime to old John O'dreams
 Across the hill, the sun has gone astray
 Tomorrow's cares are many dreams away
 The stars are flying
 Your candle's dying
 Yield up the darkness to old John O'dreams
 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 ploughman
 The slave and freeman
 All find their comfort in old John O'dreams
 All find their comfort in old John O'dreams
 Now, as you sleep, your dreams come winging clear
 The hawks of morning cannot harm you here
 Sleep is your river
 Float on forever
 And for your boatman choose old John O'dreams
 And for your boatman choose old John O'dreams