Renaissance Fair Paroles

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
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