When midnight comes and people homeward tread
Seek now your blanket and your feather bed
On comes the rover, his journey is over
Yield up the nighttime to old John of Dreams
Yield up the nighttime to old John of Dreams

Across the hill the sun has gone astray
Tomorrow's cares are many dreams away
The stars are flyin', your candle is dyin'
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
Some things are equal when the day is done
The prince and the ploughman, the slave and the free man
All find their comfort in old John of Dreams
All find their comfort in old John of Dreams

When sleep it comes the dreams come running clear
The hawks of morning cannot reach you here
Sleep is a river, flow on forever
And for your boatman choose old John of Dreams
And for your boatman choose old John of Dreams

(© Rough Music, 24 Parkdale, Tettenhall Road, Wolverhampton WV1 4TE, England)