If there were dreams to sell
What would you buy
Some cost a passing bell
Some a light sigh
That shakes from life's fresh crown
Only a rose leaf down
If there were dreams to sell
Merry and sad to tell
And the crier rang the bell
What would you buy
A cottage lone and still
With bowers nigh
Shadowy my woes to still
Until I die
Such pearl from life's fresh crown
Fain would I shake me down
Were dreams to have at will
This best would heal my ill
This this would I buy
