when first my way to fair i went
few pence in purse had i
and long i used to stand and look
at things i couldn’t buy.

It was the fair of moments eternal
strange barter they did follow
i could give one
how could i take?
my purse when empty shied
and long i used to stand and look
at things i couldn’t buy.

My purse of handful liberties
half filled with measured time
it could just buy me moments
poignant ephemeral style

and long i used to stand and look
at things i couldn’t buy

and long i used to stand and look
moments that lived and died.