John o Dreams

When midnight comes and people homeward tread
Seek now your blanket and your feather bed
Home is the rover, his journey’s over
Yield up the night time to old John O’ Dreams
Yield up the night time to old John O’ Dreams

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

“John O’Dreams although often called a traditional Irish song, was written by Bill Caddick, using a tune by Tchaikovsky.”