G C
G
When midnight comes and people homeward tread,
C
G
seek now your blankets and your feather bed.
D
C
Home comes the rover, his journey's over.
G
C G
Yield up the night-time to old John O'Dreams.
C
G
Yield up the night-time 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 night-time 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 for ever.
and for your boatman choose old John O'Dreams.