When midnight sings, good people homeward tread Seek now your blanket and your featherbed Home is the rover His journey over Yield up the nighttime to old John O'dreams Yield up the nighttime 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 darkness to old John O'dreams 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 ploughman The slave and freeman All find their comfort in old John O'dreams All find their comfort in old John O'dreams Now, as you sleep, your dreams come winging clear The hawks of morning cannot harm you here Sleep is your river Float on forever And for your boatman choose old John O'dreams And for your boatman choose old John O'dreams