The Land of Nod lyrics by Robert Louis Stevenson
From breakfast on through all the day
at home among my friends I stay
But ev’ry 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 mountainsides of dreams.
The strangest things are there for me,
both things to eat and things to see,
and many frightening things 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.