Em H7 Em
1. Round, like a circle in a spiral,
like a wheel within a H7
wheel
Never ending or beginning
on an ever spinning Em
reel
Like a snowball down a E7
mountain
or a carnival balAm7
loon
Like a carousel that's tD7
urning,
running rings around the mGmaj7
oon
R: Like a clock whose hands are sCmaj7
weeping
past the minutes of its fAm6
ace
And the world is like an aH7
pple
whirling silently in sBdim
pace
Like the circles that you fH7
ind
in the windmills of your mEm
ind
2. Like a tunnel that you follow
to a tunnel of its own
Down a hollow to a cavern
where the sun has never shone
Like a door that keeps revolving
in a half-forgotten dream
Or the ripples from a pebble
someone tosses in a stream
R: Like a clock whose hands are sweeping …
3. Keys that jingle in your pocket,
words that jangle in your hAm7
ead
Why did summer go so qD7
uickly?
Was it something that you sGmaj7
aid?
Lovers walk along the sG7
hore
and leave their footprints in the sCmaj7
and
Is the sound of distant dF#7
rumming
just the fingers of your hHm
and?
Pictures hanging in a hE7
allway
and the fragment of a sAm
ong
Half-remembered names and fD7
aces,
but to whom do they belGmaj7
ong?
When you knew that it was oCmaj7
ver,
you were suddenly awAm6
are
That the autumn leaves were tH7
urning
to the colour of her hEm
air
A circle in a spiral,
a wheel within a wH7
heel
Never ending or beginning
on an ever spinning rBdim
eel
As the images unEm
wind,
like the circles that you fH7
ind
in the windmills of your mEm
ind