Renaissance Fair Lyrics

I think that maybe I´m dreaming

I smell cinnamon and spices

I hear music everywhere

All around kaleidoscope of color

I think that maybe I´m dreaming



Maids pass gracefully in laughter

Wine coloured flowers in their hair

Last call from lands I´ve never been to

I think that maybe I´m dreaming



Some flash on a soda of prism

Bright jewels on the ladies flashing

Eyes catch on a shiny prism



Hear ye the crying of the vendors

Fruit for sale wax candles for to burn

Fires flare soon it will be night fall

I think that maybe I´m dreaming