Letra de John O'Dreams

When midnight comes and people homeward tread Seek now your blanket and your feather bed Home comes the rover his journeys over Yield up the night time to old john o'dreams Across the hills the sun has gone astray Tomorrows cares are many dreams away They stars are flying your candle is dying 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 the ploughman, the slave and the freeman All find their comfort in old john o'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 o'dreams