Donovan - The Seller Of Stars Lyrics
I wish I could find a queer street,The crooked queer street that goesEast of the sun and West of the moonAnd out where no wind blows.Then I'd find the shop where the seller of starsSits and hammers behind the bars.Stars he gives for the asking,Starlight swords for the bold.Moon he sells for a penny or twoRounded and bright with gold.And broken silver of the sea he sellsAnd the rain spears and the wind bells.Wings he weaves for the fairies,Gold of the sun you can buyAnd silver flowers of frost and dew,Rainbows out of the sky.And delicate morning mist he sellsAnd 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 youAnd for Johnny a talking mouseAnd a mermaid's tail to swim in the seaAnd dragon-fly wings for my Mummy and me!I wish I could find the wee street,That wanders up and down,That is East of the sun and West of the moonAnd very near twilight town,Where the seller of stars for a penny or twoWill sell your heart's desire to you
