I wish I could find the 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.


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