THE VENDOR OF DREAMS
Reading edition
I’ve dreams to sell—fair dreams and bright— Wrapped up in silver lace, And they will fill your heart with light And smile into your face. I’ve dreams of Spring—of happy Spring— When hearts beat brave and high, I’ve dreams all caught in a golden ring And hid in a roguish eye. Would you like a dream of wee sweet lips, Or a dream of a night in June? Perchance a dream of treasure ships A-sail ’neath a silver moon? Come buy, come buy.... I’m on my way, I care not for your gold, I sell my dreams for a smile so gay, Or a heart that ne’er grows old.