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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