John O’Dreams

When midnight comes
Good people homeward tread
Seek now your blankets
And your feather bed
Home comes the rover
His journey's 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 glowing
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 going in 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