The Land Of Nod
From Breakfast on through all the dayAt home among my friends I stay,But every night I go abroadAfar into the land of Nod.
All by myself I have to go,With none to tell me what to do--All alone beside the streamsAnd 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 abroadTill 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 clearThe curious music that I hear.