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.