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 Coloured Flowers In Their Hair
Last Call From Lands I've Never Been To
I Think That Maybe I'm Dreaming

Some Flash On A Soda Of 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