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 its mountains, and what are its streams?
O father! I saw my mother there
Among the lilies by waters fair
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!
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!
Among the lambs, clothed in white
She walked with her Thomas in sweet delight
I wept for joy, like a dove I mourn
Oh, when shall I again return?
Dear child, I went by pleasant streams
Have wandered all night in the land of dreams
But so 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 and fear?
The land of dreams is better far
Above the light of the morning star!
