Lyrics John O'Dreams - Priscilla Herdman

When midnight sings, good people homeward tread
Seek now your blanket and your featherbed
Home is the rover
His journey 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 flying
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 come winging 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