I think that maybe I'm dreaming
 I smell cinnamon and spices
 I hear music everywhere
 All 'round kaleidoscope of colors
 I think that maybe I'm dreamin'
 Maids pass gracefully in laughter
 Wine colored flowers in their hair
 Flags flow from lands I've never been to
 I think that maybe I'm dreamin'
 
 Suns flash on a soda of prism
 Bright jewels on the ladies flashin'
 Eyes catch on a shiny prism
 Hear ye the cryin' of the vendors
 Fruit for sale or 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