Windmills of Your Mind

Windmills of Your Mind
By Michel Legrand & Alan & Marilyn Bergman


VERSE 1
[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.


VERSE 2
Like a [Em] 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.


VERSE 3
Keys that [Em] 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 this [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?


FINE
Like a [Em] circle in a spiral, like 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.