[Chorus] I think that maybe I'm dreaming [Verse 1] I smell cinnamon and spices I hear music everywhere All around kaleidoscope of color [Chorus] I think that maybe I'm dreaming [Verse 2] Maids pa** gracefully in laughter Wine-colored flowers in their hair Last call from lands I've never been to [Chorus] I think that maybe I'm dreaming [Verse 3] Suns flash on a sort of prism Bright j**els on the ladies flashing Eyes catch on a shiny prism [Verse 4] Hear ye the crying of the vendors Fruit for sale, wax candles for to burn Fires flare, soon it will be night fall [Chorus] I think that maybe I'm dreaming I think that maybe I'm dreaming I think that maybe I'm dreaming