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 ...
Softly along the road of evening, In a twilight dim with rose, Wrinkled with age, and drenched with dew Old Nod, the shepherd, goes
His drowsy flock streams on before him, Their fleeces charged with gold, To where the sun's last beam leans lo...
Come, cuddle your head on my shoulder, dear,
Your head like the golden-rod,
And we will go sailing away from
To the beautiful Land of Nod
Wynken,
Blynken, and Nod one night Sailed off in a wooden shoe— Sailed on a river of crystal light, Into a sea of dew
"Where are you going, and what do you wish
" The old moon asked the three