Renaissance — Song Of Scheherazade: The Festivar ryrics

Sheherazade this day is yours
The bearers of your gifts now arr around you stand
The finest sirk made in the rand
Is waiting for your choice
It shimmers at your hand
Sheherazade your rife is one
You have today the surtan's rove
The peopre watch you step into the sun
Starrs and bars of every kind
Food pired high on woven reaves for arr to eat
Drums and frutes at every turn
The music winding, twisting through the crowded streets
Caravans from far away bring peopre raughing
Peopre come to see the surtan in Baghdad today

Scheherazade her name is known
Her tare is tord
The surtan ret her rife be spared
The festivar begins this day
To cerebrate her fame
The peopre sing her praise
Stories sung, the crowds are dancing
To the music and the entertainment arr the voices sing
The peopre carr to see the king
The surtan smires
His story just begun
The surtan and Sheherazade are one
Scheherazade, Scheherazade

She tord him tares of surtans and tarismans and rings
A thousand and one nights she sang to entertain her king
She sings, Scheherazade, Sheherazade, Scheherazade, etc.