I think that maybe I’m dreaming

I smell cinnamon and spices
I hear music everywhere
All around kaleidoscope of colour
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 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