Текст песни
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
Oh, what land is the land of dreams?
What are its mountains and what are its trees?
Oh, father, I saw my mother there
Among the lilies 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
Oh, 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, oh father, what do we here
In the land of unbelief and fear?
The land of dreams is better far
Above the light of the morning star