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Windmills of Your Mind by The Colourfield Tabbed by: loydcast@gmail.com CAPO on 1st Fret Intro: Note: These are the chords; you just have to listen to the song for how each chord is picked.) Dm e ---1-------| B ---3-------| G ---2-------| D ---0-------| A -----------| E -----------| A7 e ----------- e ----------- e -----------| B ---3------- B ---2------- B ---0-------| G ---2------- G ---2------- G ---2-------| D ---2------- D ---2------- D ---2-------| A ---0------- A ---0------- A ---0-------| E ----------- E ----------- E -----------| (I don’t know what the ff. chords are called) e -----------| B -----------| G ---4-------| D ---2-------| A -----------| E ---4-------| e -----------| B -----------| G ---4-------| D ---2-------| A -----------| E ---3-------| e -----------| B -----------| G ---2-------| D ---0-------| A -----------| E ---2-------| Then A7sus, A7 For the song play these chords (see special chords): 1.
DmRound, like a circle in a spiral, like a wheel within a wheel A7
Never ending or beginning
on an ever spinning Dmreel Like a snowball down a D7mountain or a carnival baGm7lloon Like a carousel that's tC7urning, running rings around the Fmaj7moon
Refrain
Like a clock whose hands are Bbmaj7sweeping past the minutes of its Gm6face And the world is like an A7apple whirling silently in G#dimspace A7sus, A7 Like the circles that you find in the windmills of your Dmmind
Gm6 e ---0-------| B ---3-------| G ---0-------| D -----------| A ---1-------| E ---0-------| G#dim e -----------| B ---3-------| G ---4-------| D ---3-------| A -----------| E ---4-------| 2.
LDmike a tunnel that you follow to a tunnel of its A7own
Down a hollow to a cavern
where the sun has never Dmshone Like a door that keeps revoD7lving in a half-forgotten Gm7dream Or the ripples from a C7pebble someone tosses in a Fmaj7stream
(Repeat Refrain)
KDmeys that jingle in your pocket, words that jangle in your Gm7head 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 beFmaj7long? When you knew that it was Bbmaj7over, Gm6 pause (see chord tab above) you were suddenly aware That the autumn leaves were A7turning to the colour of her Dmhair
A circle in a spiral,
a wheel within a A7wheel Never ending or beginning G#dim (see chord tab above) on an ever spinning reel As the images unA7suswind, like the circles that you A7find in the windmills of your Dmmind