The Land of Dreams by Virgil Thomson Lyrics

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 streams?
O 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 pleasand 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, O father, what do we here
In this land of unbelief and fear?
The land of dreams is better far --
Above the light of the morning star