Renaissance Fair

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 colored flowers in their hair Last call from lands I've never been to I think that maybe I'm dreaming Sun's flash on a soda 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 I think that maybe I'm dreaming I think that maybe I'm dreaming