Renaissance Fair Songtext
von The Byrds
Renaissance Fair Songtext
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
Flags 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 nightfall
I think that maybe I′m dreaming
I think that maybe I′m dreaming
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
Flags 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 nightfall
I think that maybe I′m dreaming
I think that maybe I′m dreaming
I think that maybe I'm dreaming
Writer(s): David Crosby, James Joseph Mc Guinn Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com