Windmills of Your Mind
Noel Harrison
Intro: [Em] [B7] [Em]
Round, like a circle in a spiral, Like a wheel within a [B7] wheel
Never ending or beginning On an ever spinning [Em] reel
Like a snowball down a [E7] mountain Or a carnival bal[Am7]loon
Like a carousel that's [D7] turning, Running rings around the [Gmaj7] moon
Like a clock whose hands are [Cmaj7] sweeping Past the minutes of its [Am6] face
And the world is like an [B7] apple Whirling silently in [Bbdim] space
Like the circles that you [B7] find
In the windmills of your [Em] mind
Like a tunnel that you follow To a tunnel of its [B7] own
Down a hollow to a cavern Where the sun has never [Em] shone
Like a door that keeps revol[E7]ving In a half-forgotten [Am7] dream
Or the ripples from a [D7] pebble Someone tosses in a [Gmaj7] stream
Like a clock whose hands are [Cmaj7] sweeping
Past the minutes of its [Am6] face
And the world is like an [B7] apple Whirling silently in [Bbdim] space
Like the circles that you [B7] find
In the windmills of your [Em] mind
Keys that jingle in your pocket, Words that jangle in your [Am7] head
Why did summer go so [D7] quickly? Was it something that you [Gmaj7] said?
Lovers walk along the [G7] shore And leave their footprints in the [Cmaj7] sand
Is the sound of distant [F#7] drumming Just the fingers of your [Bm] hand?
Pictures hanging in a [E7] hallway And the fragment of a [Am] song
Half-remembered names and [D7] faces, But to whom do they be[Gmaj7]long?
When you knew that it was [Cmaj7] over, You were suddenly [Am6] aware
That the autumn leaves were [B7] turning To the colour of her [Em]hair
A circle in a spiral, A wheel within a [B7] wheel
Never ending or beginning On an ever spinning [Bbdim] reel
As the images un[Em]wind,
Like the circles that you [B7] find
In the windmills of your [Em] mind
Like the circles that you [B7] find
In the windmills of your [Em] mind
Windmills of Your Mind [Em]Noel Harrison
IntroEmB7Em
Round, like a circle in a spiral, Like a wheel within a B7 wheel Never ending or beginning On an ever spinning Em reel Like a snowball down a E7 mountain Or a carnival balAm7loon Like a carousel that's D7 turning, Running rings around the Gmaj7 moon Like a clock whose hands are Cmaj7 sweeping Past the minutes of its Am6 face And the world is like an B7 apple Whirling silently in Bbdim space Like the circles that you B7 find In the windmills of your Em mind
Like a tunnel that you follow To a tunnel of its B7 own Down a hollow to a cavern Where the sun has never Em shone Like a door that keeps revolE7ving In a half-forgotten Am7 dream Or the ripples from a D7 pebble Someone tosses in a Gmaj7 stream Like a clock whose hands are Cmaj7 sweeping Past the minutes of its Am6 face And the world is like an B7 apple Whirling silently in Bbdim space Like the circles that you B7 find In the windmills of your Em mind
Keys that jingle in your pocket, Words that jangle in your Am7 head Why did summer go so D7 quickly? Was it something that you Gmaj7 said? Lovers walk along the G7 shore And leave their footprints in the Cmaj7 sand Is the sound of distant F#7 drumming Just the fingers of your Bm hand? Pictures hanging in a E7 hallway And the fragment of a Am song Half-remembered names and D7 faces, But to whom do they beGmaj7long?
When you knew that it was Cmaj7 over, You were suddenly Am6 aware That the autumn leaves were B7 turning To the colour of her Emhair A circle in a spiral, A wheel within a B7 wheel Never ending or beginning On an ever spinning Bbdim reel As the images unEmwind, Like the circles that you B7 find In the windmills of your Em mind
Like the circles that you B7 find In the windmills of your Em mind