Renaissance Fair

I think that maybe I'm dreaming

I smell cinnamon and spices

I hear music everywhere

All 'round kaleidoscope of colors

I think that maybe I'm dreamin'

Maids pass gracefully in laughter

Wine colored flowers in their hair

Flags flow from lands I've never been to

I think that maybe I'm dreamin'

Suns flash on a soda of prism

Bright jewels on the ladies flashin'

Eyes catch on a shiny prism

Hear ye the cryin' of the vendors

Fruit for sale or wax candles for to burn

Fires flare, soon it will be nightfall

I think that maybe I'm dreaming

I think that maybe I'm dreaming

I think that maybe I'm dreaming