Lyrics
I think that maybe I'm dreamin'
I smell cinnamon and spices
I hear music everywhere
All around kaleidoscope of color
I think that maybe I'm dreamin'
Maids pass gracefully in laughter
Wine-colored flowers in their hair
Last call from lands I've never been to
I think that maybe I'm dreamin'
Sun flash on a sullied prism
Bright jewels on a lady's fashion
Eyes flash on a shiny prism
Hear ye the crying of the vendors
Food for sale, wax candles for to burn
Buyers beware, soon it will be nightfall
I think that maybe I'm dreamin'
Hear ye the crying of the vendors
Food for sale, wax candles for to burn
Buyers beware, soon it will be nightfall
I think that maybe I'm dreamin'
I think that maybe I'm dreamin'
I think that maybe I'm dreamin'