Renaissance Fair

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'