Thanks to Jim McAdams for commissioning us to arrange and record this wonderful song. The words are by Bill Caddick, who took the tune from Tchaikovsky (Symphony No. 6, Pathetique) who in turn borrowed it from a southern Italian lullaby entitled Piva Piva, so in that way the melody came full circle!
When midnight comes and people homeward tread,
Seek now your blanket and your feather bed;
Home comes the rover, his journey's over.
Yield up the nighttime to old John O' Dreams,
Yield up the nighttime to old John O' Dreams.
Across the hills 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 the freeman,
All find their comfort in old John O' Dreams,
All find their comfort in old John O' Dreams.
And when sleep comes, the dreams are running clear;
The hawks of morning cannot reach you here.
Sleep is a river, flow on forever,
And for your boatman choose old John O' Dreams,
And for your boatman choose old John O' Dreams.
from John O' Dreams,
released October 30, 2020
Lyrics by Bill Caddick (1967)
Melody from an Italian lullaby 'Piva, Piva' via Tchaikovsky's Symphony No. 6, Pathetique
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