Windmills Of Your Mind
Dusty SpringfieldVersion1
90
Chords in this song
Strum
D-DU-UDU
Round, like a circle in a spiral, like a wheel within a wheel
Never ending or beginning, on an ever spinning wheel
Like a snowball down a mountain or a carnaval balloon
Like a carousell that's turning, running rings around the moon
Like a clock whose hands are swee- ping past the minutes of its face
And the world is like an apple whirling silently in space
(addAb)
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
Why did summer go so quickly, was it something that you said?
Lovers walk along the 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 his hair
Like a circle in a spiral, like a wheel within a wheel
Never ending or beginning, on an ever spinning wheel
As the images unwind, like the circles that you find
In the windmills of your mind
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Readable chord sheet for Windmills Of Your Mind by Dusty Springfield
[Cm]Round, like a circle in a spiral, like a wheel within a [Fm6]wheel
Never ending or be[G7]gin[G]ning, on an ever spinning [Cm]wheel
Like a snowball down a [C7]mountain or a carnaval bal[Fm]loon
Like a carousell that's [Bb7]turning, running rings around the [Ebmaj7]moon
Like a clock whose hands are [Ebmaj7]swee- [Eb]ping past the minutes of its [Fm9]face[Fm]
And the world is like an [G7]apple whirling silently in [F#dim]space
[G7](addAb) [Cm9] [Cm] [Cm7]
Like the circles that you find in the windmills of your mind
L[Cm7]ike a tunnel that you follow to a tunnel of its [Fm6]own
Down a hollow to a [G]cavern where the sun has never [Cm7]shone
Like a door that keeps [C7]revolving in a half forgotten [Fm]dream
Or the ripples from a [Bb7]pebble someone tosses in a [Ebmaj7]stream
Like a clock whose hands are [Abmaj7]sweeping past the minutes of its [Fm6]face
And the world is like an [G7]apple whirling silently in [F#dim]space
Like the circles that you [G7]find in the windmills of your [Cm7]mind
K[Cm]eys that jingle in your pocket, words that jangle in your [Fm7]head
Why did summer go so [Bb7]quickly, was it something that you [Ebmaj7]said?
Lovers walk along the [Eb7]shore and leave their footprints in the [Abmaj7]sand
Is the sound of distant [D7]drumming just the fingers of your [Gm]hand?
Pictures [Gm7]hanging in a [C7]hallway and the fragment of a [Fm]song
Half remembered names and [Bb7]faces, but to whom do they [Ebmaj7]belong?
When you knew that it was [Abmaj7]over you were suddenly a[Dm]ware
That the autumn leaves were [G7add]turni[Ab]ng to the color of his [Cm7]hair
L[Cm7]ike a circle in a spiral, like a wheel within a [Fm6]wheel
Never ending or be[G7]ginning, on an ever spinning [F#dim]wheel
As the images un[Cm7]wind[G], like the circles that you [G7]find
In the windmills of your [Cm7]mind