The Land Of Nod

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 of dreams.The strangest things are there for me,
Both things to eat and things to see,
And many frightening sights abroad
Till morning in the land of Nod.Try as I like to find the way,
I never can get back by day,
Nor can remember plain and clear
The curious music that I hear.