The Windmills of Your Mind
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 carnival balloon
Like a carousel that's turning
Running rings around the moon
Like a clock whose hands are sweeping
Past the minutes on 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 on 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
Leave their footprints in the sand
Is the sound of distant drumming
Just the fingers of your hand
Pictures hanging in the hallway
And a 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 goodbyes
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 wheel
As the images unwind
Like the circles that you find
In the windmills of your mind....
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I love this song. It brings back the memories of my growing up years, especially in my teens. This became our fav song, me, my eldest sis and my bestest friend, my other sis. This may not be the original, but it was just as beautiful. It was so beautiful and understated, the melody, the arrangement. It brought back the great feelings and the special meanings.... Could not remember how we stumbled across this song, could it be over my grandpa's old radio or from some cassette we found, pun tak ingat how and from where. And to both my sis who grew up together with me liking this song, this is specially dedicated to you. And I am definitely missing our sweet childish days.......... again, now matter how long ago it has been.
"The older I grow the more earnestly I feel that the few joys of childhood are the best that life has to give." ~ Ellen Glasgow
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