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.