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