The Byrds - Renaissance Fair lyrics

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 pa** 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 j**els 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