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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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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Credits
Writer(s): Pyotr Ilyich Tchaikovsky, Bill Caddick, John Loesberg
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