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...