Noel Harrison - Windmills of your mind

Round, like a ^Dm/Fcircle in a spiral, Gm6/Bb (x.Bb,E,G,D,E) like a wheel within a wheel Never ending or begi^A7nning on an ever spinning ^Dm/Freel Like a snowball down a ^D7mountain Gm(bar 3) or a carnival balloon C7(bar3) Like a carousel that's turning, Fmaj7(Am/F) running rings around the moon Bbmaj7(bar1) Like a clock whose hands are sweeping Gm6/Bb (x.Bb,E,G,D,E) past the minutes of its face And the world is like an ^A7apple Abdim (bar4) whirling silently in space A7 (bar5) Like the circles that you find in the windmills of your ^Dm/Fmind

Down a hollow to a c^A7avern where the sun has never ^Dm/Fshone D7(/F#) Like a door that keeps revolving in a half-forgotten ^Gmdream Or the ripples from a ^C7pebble someone tosses in a ^Fmaj7stream Like a clock whose hands are ^Bbmaj7sweeping past the minutes of its ^Gm6/Bbface And the world is like an ^A7apple whirling silently in ^Abdimspace Like the circles that you ^A7find in the windmills of your ^Dm/Fmind

^Dm/FKeys that jingle in your pocket, words that j^D7angle in your he^Gmad Why did summer go so ^C7quickly' Was it something that you ^Fmaj7said' Lovers walk along the ^F7shore and leave their footprints in the ^Bbmaj7sand Is the sound of distant ^E7drumming just the fingers of your ^Amhand' Pictures hanging in a ^D7hallway and the fragment of a ^Gmsong Half-remembered names and ^C7faces, but to whom do they be^Fmaj7long' When you knew that it was ^Bbmaj7over, you were suddenly a^Gm6ware That the autumn leaves were ^A7turning to the colour of her ^Dm/Fhair

^Dm/FA circle in a spiral, a wheel within a ^Gm6/Bbwheel Never ending or be^A7ginning on an ever spinning ^Abdimreel As the images un^Dm/Fwind, like the circles that you ^A7find in the windmills of your ^Dm/Fmind