Noel Harrison - Windmills of your mind

^Dsus2 Round like a circle in a sp^Dmiral, like a wheel within a ^Gm6/Dwheel, Never ending or be - g^Gm6/Einning, on an ^Gdimever spinning r^Dmeel, Like a snowball down a m^D7sus4ountain, or a ca^D7rnival bal - l^Gm7oon, Like a carousel that's tu^C11rning, running r^C7ings around the ^Fmaj7moon, Bbmaj7 Em7b5 Like a clock whose hands are sweeping past the minutes of it's face, And the world is like an a^A7pple whirling silently in ^Abdimspace, Like the circles that you^A7sus4 find in the win^A7dmills of your m^Dmind!

Like a ^Dsus2tunnel that you fo^Dmllow to a tunnel of it's^Gm6/D own, Down a hollow, to a ^Gm6/Ecavern, where the ^Gdimsun has never s^Dmhone, Like a door that keeps re - v^D7sus4olving in a h^D7alf forgotten d^Gm7ream, Or the ripples from a p^C11ebble someone to^C7sses in a ^Fmaj7stream, Bbmaj7 Em7b5 Like a clock whose hands are sweeping past the minutes of it's face, And the world is like an a^A7pple whirling silently in ^Abdimspace, Like the circles that you^A7sus4 find in the win^A7dmills of your m^Dmind!

Keys that ^Dsus2jingle in your p^Dmocket, words that jangle in your ^Gm7head, Why did summer go so qu^C11ickly, was it som^C7ething that you ^Fmaj7said? Lovers walk along the s^F7hore, and leave their footprints in the ^Bbmaj7sand, Is the sound of distant d^Esus4rumming just the fi^E7ngers of your h^Amand? Pictures hanging in a ^D7sus4hallway, and the fra^D7gment of a ^Gm7song, Half - remembered names and f^C11aces, but to w^C7hom do they be - ^Fmaj7long? Bbmaj7 Em7b5 When you knew that it was over, you were suddenly a - ware, That the ^Gm6/Dautumn leaves were t^Dm/Aurning to the ^A7sus4colour ^A7of her h^Dmair!

A ^Dsus2circle in a s^Dmpiral, a wheel within a ^Gm6/Dwheel, Never ending or be - g^Gm6/Einning, on an e^A7ver spinning ^Abdimreel, As the images un - ^Dm/Awind, Like the circles that you^A7sus4 find in the win^A7dmills... of your ^Dmmind!

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