John O' Dreams

When midnight comes and people homeward tread,
 Seek out your blanket and your feathered bed,
 Home comes the rover, his journey's over
 Yield up the night time to old John O'Dreams
 Yield up the night time to old John O'Dreams.
 Across the hill the sun has gone astray
 Tomorrows cares are many dreams away
 The stars are flying, your candle's dying
 Yield up the night time to old John O'Dreams
 Yield up the night time 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 the free man
 All find their comfort in old John O'Dreams
 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 for ever
 And for your boatman choose old John O'Dreams
 Yes for your boatman choose old John O'Dreams.