Chords for Connie Evingson & The Hot Club of Sweden - Windmills Of Your Mind / by Gergedan

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_ [Bm] Round like a circle in a spiral, like a wheel within [F#] a wheel, never ending or beginning,
on an ever [Bm] spinning reel, like a [B] snowball down a mountain or a _ carnival [Em] balloon, like
[A] a carousel that's turning, running rings around [D] the moon, like [G] a clock whose hands are sweeping
past the minutes on its [B] face, and the [F#] world is like an apple whirling silently in [B] space,
like the [Bm] circles that you [F#] find in the windmills of your [Bm] _ _
mind. _ _ _
Like a tunnel that you follow
to a tunnel of [F#] its own, down a hollow to a cavern where the sun is [Bm] never shown, like
[B] a door that keeps revolving in a half forgotten [Em] dream, or [A] the ripples from a pebble someone
tosses in [D] a stream, [G] like a clock whose hands are sweeping past the minutes on [B] its face,
[F#] and the world is like an apple whirling silently [B] in space, [Bm] like the circles that [F#] you find in
the windmills of [Bm] your _ mind. _ _ _ _
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Keys that jingle in your pocket, words that jangle in [A] your head, why did summer go so
quickly, was it something that [D] you said?
Lovers walk along the shore and leave their footprints
in [G] the sand, [C#] is the sound of distant drumming just the fingered [F#m] _ _
[B] pictures hanging in the
hallway, and a fragment [Em] of a song, [A] half remembered names and faces, but to [F#m] whom do [D] they belong?
[G] When you knew that it was over, you were [C#] suddenly aware [F#] that the autumn leaves were turning
to the color [Bm] of her _ hair. _ _ _ _
Like a circle in a spiral, like a wheel [F#] within a wheel, never
ending or beginning, _ on an ever [B] spinning reel, [F#] as the images [F#] _
unwind, like the circles that
you _ find in the windmills of your [Bm] _
[D] mind.
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