Lyrics The Byrds – Renaissance Fair
Text:
I think that maybe I’m dreaming
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 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
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
Album
The Byrds – The Byrds - Younger Than Yesterday
The Byrds – Roll Over Beethoven
The Byrds – Mind Gardens (Take1)
The Byrds – Old John Robertson
The Byrds – Lady Friend
The Byrds – Don’t Make Waves
The Byrds – It Happens Each Day
The Byrds – The Girl With No Name
The Byrds – My Back Pages
The Byrds – Mind Gardens
The Byrds – Thoughts And Words
The Byrds – Everybody’s Been Burned
The Byrds – Time Between
The Byrds – Renaissance Fair
The Byrds – C.T.A. – 102
The Byrds – Have You Seen Her Face
The Byrds – So You Want To Be A Rock’N’Roll Star