The Seller of Stars

I wish I could find a queer street

The crooked queer street that goes

East of the Sun and West of the Moon

And out where no wind blows

Then I'd find the shop where the Seller of Stars

Sits and hammers behind the bars

Stars he gives for the asking

Starlight swords for the bold

Moons he sells for a penny or two

Rounded and bright with gold

And broken silver of the sea he sells

And the rain spears and the wind bells

Wings he weaves for the fairies

Gold of the Sun you can buy

And silver flowers of frost and dew

Rainbows out of the sky

And delicate morning mist he sells

And pretty new songs for whispering shells

Oh, if I could find that dear street

The darling wee street with his house

I would buy a blackbird's whistle for you

And for Johnny a talking mouse

And a mermaid's tail to swim in the sea

And dragon-fly wings for my Mummy and me!

I wish I could find the wee street

That wanders up and down

East of the Sun and West of the Moon

And very near twilight town

Where the Seller of Stars for a penny or two

Will sell your heart's desire to you