JOHN A-DREAM

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   When night has come and travellers homeward tread,
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   Seek now your blanket and your feather bed.
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   Home is the rover, his journey o-ver.
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   Yield up the night-time to old John-a-Dream

(Ch's: rept last line)
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   Yield up the night-time to old John-a-Dream



Over the hills the Sun has gone astray.
The morning's cares are many dreams away.
The stars are flying, your candle's dying.
Yield up your darkness to old John-a-Dream


Both man and master in the night are one.
Some things are equal when the day is done.
The Prince and ploughman, the slave and Freeman
All find some comfort with old John-a-Dream.


When sleep it comes and dreams are running clear,
The hand of Morning cannot find you here.
Sleep is a river, flows on forever,
And for your boatman take you John-a-Dream.

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