LAND OF NODby Hilda Conkling I wander mountain to mountain, From sea to sea, I wander into a country Where everyone is asleep. There in the Land of Nod I never think of home, For home is there, With sleeping doves and silvery girls, Sleeping boys and drowsy roses. There I find people whose eyes are heavy, And trees with folded wings.
LAND OF NOD
by Hilda Conkling
I wander mountain to mountain,
From sea to sea,
I wander into a country
Where everyone is asleep.
There in the Land of Nod
I never think of home,
For home is there,
With sleeping doves and silvery girls,
Sleeping boys and drowsy roses.
There I find people whose eyes are heavy,
And trees with folded wings.