If There were Dreams to Sell

If There were Dreams to Sell - Benjamin Appl/John Ireland/James Baillieu

Written by：John Ireland

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