The Land of Dreams

The Land of Dreams - Northern Lite

Written by：Andreas Kubat

Awake awake my little boy

Thou wast thy mother's 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 it's mountains and what are it's streams

O father I saw my mother there

Among the lillies by waters fair

Among the lambs clothed in white

She walked 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 wandered all night in the land of dreams

Though calm warm the waters wide

I could not get to the other side

Father o father what do we here

In this land of unbelief and fear

The land of dreams is better far

Above the light of the morning star