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
Moon 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
That is 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