Noel Harrison - Windmills of your mind

like a wheel within a ^B7wheel Never ending or beginning on an ever spinning ^Emreel Like a snowball down a ^E7mountain or a carnival ba^Am7lloon Like a carousel that's t^D7urning running rings around the ^Gmaj7moon Like a clock whose hands are ^Cmaj7sweeping past the minutes of its ^Am6face And the world is like an ^B7apple whirling silently in ^Bbdimspace Like the circles that you ^B7find in the windmills of your ^Emmind

to a tunnel of its ^B7own Down a hollow to a cavern where the sun has never ^Emshone Like a door that keeps revo^E7lving in a half-forgotten ^Am7dream Or the ripples from a ^D7pebble someone tosses in a ^Gmaj7stream Like a clock whose hands are ^Cmaj7sweeping past the minutes of its ^Am6face And the world is like an ^B7apple whirling silently in ^Bbdimspace Like the circles that you ^B7find in the windmills of your ^Emmind

words that jangle in your ^Am7head Why did summer go so ^D7quickly Was it something that you ^Gmaj7said Lovers walk along the ^G7shore and leave their footprints in the ^Cmaj7sand Is the sound of distant ^F#7drumming just the fingers of your ^Bmhand Pictures hanging in a ^E7hallway and the fragment of a ^Amsong Half-remembered names and ^D7faces but to whom do they be^Gmaj7long When you knew that it was ^Cmaj7over you were suddenly a^Am6ware That the autumn leaves were ^B7turning to the colour of her ^Emhair

a wheel within a ^B7wheel Never ending or beginning on an ever spinning ^Bbdimreel As the images un^Emwind like the circles that you ^B7find in the windmills of your ^Emmind