Noel Harrison: The Windmills of Your Mind

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