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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
Home is the rover, her journey's over
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

Words copyright by Bill Chaddick, Music by Tchaikovsky (tune
borrowed from a southern Italian lullabye entitled Piva Piva)
Recorded on Fashioned in the Clay, FSI-104, Gordon Bok, Ann Mayo
Muir, and Ed Trickett Also recorded by Mick Maloney on the
Green Linnet label, SIF-1010
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