paroles de chanson The Windmills of Your Mind - Jack Jones
Round
like
a
circle
in
a
spiral,
like
a
wheel
within
a
wheel
Never
ending
or
beginning
on
an
ever
spinning
reel
Like
a
snowball
down
a
mountain,
or
a
carnival
balloon
Like
a
carousel
that's
turning
running
rings
around
the
moon
Like
a
clock
whose
hands
are
sweeping
past
the
minutes
of
its
face
And
the
world
is
like
an
apple
whirling
silently
in
space
Like
the
circles
that
you
find
in
the
windmills
of
your
mind!
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
Like
a
clock
whose
hands
are
sweeping
past
the
minutes
of
its
face
And
the
world
is
like
an
apple
whirling
silently
in
space
Like
the
circles
that
you
find
in
the
windmills
of
your
mind!
Keys
that
jingle
in
your
pocket,
words
that
jangle
in
your
head
When
did
summer
go
so
quickly?
Was
it
something
that
you
said?
Lovers
walking
along
a
shore
and
leave
their
footprints
in
the
sand
Is
the
sound
of
distant
drumming
just
the
fingers
of
your
hand?
Pictures
hanging
in
a
hallway
and
the
fragment
of
a
song
Half
remembered
names
and
faces,
but
to
whom
do
they
belong?
When
you
knew
that
it
was
over
you
were
suddenly
aware
That
the
autumn
leaves
were
turning
to
the
color
of
her
hair!
Like
a
circle
in
a
spiral,
like
a
wheel
within
a
wheel
Never
ending
or
beginning
on
an
ever
spinning
reel
As
the
images
unwind,
like
the
circles
that
you
find
in
The
windmills
of
your
mind!
Keys
that
jingle
in
your
pocket,
words
that
jangle
in
your
head
When
did
summer
go
so
quickly?
Was
it
something
that
you
said?
Lovers
walking
along
a
shore
and
leave
their
footprints
in
the
sand
Is
the
sound
of
distant
drumming
just
the
fingers
of
your
hand?
Pictures
hanging
in
a
hallway
and
the
fragment
of
a
song
Half
remembered
names
and
faces,
but
to
whom
do
they
belong?
When
you
knew
that
it
was
over
in
the
autumn
of
good-byes
For
a
moment
you
could
not
recall
the
color
of
his
eyes!
Like
a
circle
in
a
spiral,
like
a
wheel
within
a
wheel
Never
ending
or
beginning
on
an
ever
spinning
reel
As
the
images
unwind,
like
the
circles
that
you
find
in
The
windmills
of
your
mind!
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