THE MERCHANT

In an empty plaza,
The merchant couldn't sell anything
And though no customers bought from him,
His voice would never fade
(His voice would never fade)

I am going to set up a market
Around so many other merchants
So as to sell hopes
And buy sunrises

So that one day I sell
The melody made by the flowing
Water of that river
It's like a cry of freedom,
(It's like a cry of freedom)

Who wants to sell alongside me
The peace of a sleeping child?
The afternoon above my mother,
and the time of my being in love?

Maybe you've passed by
One who's come and who'll come
But the tree remains
In the grove of truth
(In the grove of truth)

Through the air I will offer
Wings that have never flown
And lips that remember
The mouth they've never kissed

When the morning brings out
The bell that is in your song
Town crier, you who herald in
A thousand new things in your cry
A thousand new things in your cry

I have water in a basket,
And snow on a bonfire
And the shadow of your hair
When you lean your head forward

Who wants to sell alongside me
The peace of a sleeping child?
The afternoon above my mother,
and the time of my being in love?