Lyrics Renaissance Fair - The Byrds

Renaissance Fair - The Byrds
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Date of issue: 19.03.1992
Song language: English

Renaissance Fair

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-colored flowers in their hair
Last call from lands I’ve never been to
I think that maybe I’m dreaming
Suns flash on a sort 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
I think that maybe I’m dreaming
I think that maybe I’m dreaming

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Artist lyrics: The Byrds