To wild and weary slumber
What dreams will come;
All night like galloping thunder
Night horses on the run
And I’ve walked that northern highway
In the autumn rain;
Good things are gonna come my way
Blue skies coming back again
All through that Michigan forest
Fell a beat in rhyme;
My voice a lonesome chorus
Two feet in metered time
And I saw that rolling river
So cold and wide;
So I will be delivered
Departed for the northern side
And in that Jordan valley
Sleep sound and tight
Sweet one, don’t feel so badly
I’ll dream of you tonight
To wild and weary slumber
What dreams will come;
All night like galloping thunder
Night horses on the run
