Aug 19, 2007 17:31
Awake awake my little boy
Thou wast thy mothers only joy
Why dost thou weep in thy gentle sleep
Awake thy father does thee keep
O what land is the land of dreams
What are its mountains and what are its streams
O father I saw my mother there
Among the lillies by waters fair
Among the clouds clothed in white
She walkd with her Thomas in sweet delight
I wept for joy like a dove I mourn
O when shall I again return
Dear child I also by pleasant streams
Have wanderd all night in the land of dreams
But though calm and warm the waters wide
I could not get to the other side
Father O Father what do we here
In this land of unbelief & fear
The land of dreams is better far
Above the light of the Morning Star