The Land of Nod

The Land of Nod - Natalie Merchant

From breakfast on all through the day

At home among my friends I stay;

But every night I go abroad and to

Afar the land of Nod

All along must to go

With none to tell me what to do

All alone beside the streams

And up the mountain sides of dreams

In the land of Nod

All the strangest things are there for me

Both things to eat and things to see

So many frightening sights abroad

Till morning in the land of Nod

In the land of Nod

Try as I like to find the way

I never can get back by day

Nor remember plain well

The curious music that I hear

In land of Nod