THE OLD COUNTRY

Where’s the land o’ Dreamland? How should I know? On the moon’s farther side, Where the drift clouds ride, And the stars hang low. What’s the look o’ Dreamland? How should I see? All the air’s silver-gray, Glinted with star spray, Here and there a tree. What’s the sound o’ Dreamland? How should I hear? Bell tones from far below, Night’s haunting cockcrow, Olden songs and dear. What’s the speech o’ Dreamland? How should I say? Great eyes that fill the heart, Soft hands that clasp and part, Calls from far away. Where’s the gate o’ Dreamland? How should I tell? Sudden you stand before, Slip through the quiet door— Ah, but all’s well!