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
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 and fear?
The land of dreams is better far
Above the light of the morning star
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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
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 and fear?
The land of dreams is better far
Above the light of the morning star
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
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 and fear?
The land of dreams is better far
Above the light of the morning star
Writer: Andreas Kubat, William Blake
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