the land of nod

from breakfast on through all the day

at home among my friends i stay

but every night i go abroad

afar into the land of nod. all by myself i have to go

with none to tell me what to do--

all alone beside the streams

and up the mountain-sides of dreams. the strangest things are there for me

both things to eat and things to see

and many frightening sights abroad

till morning in the land of nod. try as i like to find the way

i never can get back by day

nor can remember plain and clear

the curious music that i hear.