Renaissance Fair Lyrics

I think that maybe I'm dreaming
I smell cinamon 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
Flags call from lands I've bever been to
I think that maybe I'm dreaming
Sun splash on a solar prism bright jewels on the ladies flashin'
Eyes catch on a shiny prism
Hear ye the cryin of the vendors fruit for sale 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
1967 Tickson Music