If there were dreams to sell,Merry and sad to tell,
And the crier rung his bell,
What would you buy?
There is some secret stirring in the world, / A thought that seeks impatiently its word.
If there were dreams to sell,Merry and sad to tell,
And the crier rung his bell,
What would you buy?
There is some secret stirring in the world, / A thought that seeks impatiently its word.
