John O'Dreams Songtext
von Arcady

When midnight sings, good people of home or tread
Seek now your blankets and your feather bed
Who is the rover, his journey over

Yield up the night time to old John Dree
Yield up the night time to old John Dree

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 darkness to old John Dree
Yield up the darkness to old John Dree

Both man and master in the night are one
All things are equal when the day is done
The prince and clown and the slave and free man

All find their comfort in old John Dree
All find their comfort in old John Dree

Now as you sleep the dreams come winging
The hawks of morning cannot harm you here
Sleep is your river and float on forever


And for your boatman choose old John Dree
And for your boatman choose old John Dree