Byrds, The
Renaissance Fair [*]
I think that maybe I'm dreamingI smell cinnamon and spicesI hear music everywhereAll around kaleidoscope of colorI think that maybe I'm dreamingMaids pass gracefully in laughterWine coloured flowers in their hairLast call from lands I've never been toI think that maybe I'm dreamingSun's flash on a soda prismBright jewels on the ladies flashingEyes catch on a shiny prismHear ye the crying of the vendorsFruit for sale wax candles for to burnFires flare soon it will be night fallI think that maybe I'm dreamingI think that maybe I'm dreamingI think that maybe I'm dreaming
From Letras Mania