John O’Dreams

When midnight comes good people homeward tread
Seek now your comfort and your feather bed
Home is the rover, his journeys over
Seek now your comfort with old John O’Dreams
Seek now your comfort with old John O’Dreams

Across the hills the sun has gone astray
Tomorrows cares are many dreams away
The stars are flying, your candle is dying
Seek now your comfort with old John O’Dreams
Yield up the night time to old John O’Dreams

Both men and master in the night are one
All men are equal 'neath a setting sun
The prince, the ploughman, the slave, the freeman
All seek their comfort with old John O’Dreams
All seek their comfort with old John O’Dreams

Now when you sleep your dreams come waning clear
The fears of the morning cannot harm you here
Sleep is a river, flow it on forever
And let your boatman be old John O’Dreams
And let your boatman be old John O’Dreams