F#m C#m I think that maybe I'm dreaming F#m C#m F#m C#m I smell cinnamom and spices, I hear music everywhere F#m C#m F#m C#m All around kaleidoscope of color I think that maybe I'm dreamin' F#m C#m F#m C#m Maids pass gracefully in laughter wine colored flowers in their hair F#m C#m Flags call from lands I've never been to F#m C#m I think that maybe I'm dreaming B F#m B F#m Some splash on a soda prism bright jewels on the ladies flashin' B F#m Bm Eyes catch on a shiny prism F#m C#m F#m C#m Hear ye the cryin' of the vendors fruit for sale wax candles for to burn F#m C#m Fires flare, soon it will be nightfall F#m C#m F#m I think that maybe I'm dreaming, I think that maybe I'm dreaming