Chords for THE WINDMILLS OF YOUR MIND-LETTERMEN
Tempo:
130 bpm
Chords used:
B
Em
C
Bm
C#
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
Jam Along & Learn...
Round, like a circle in a spiral, like a wheel within a wheel, never ending or beginning, on an ever-spinning reel.
a mountain, or a carnival balloon, like a [Bm] carousel that's turning, running rings around the moon.
[C] Like a clock whose hands are sweeping past the minutes of its face, and [C#] the world is like an apple whirling silently in space.
Like the circles that [B] you find in the windmills of your [Em] 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.
that keeps revolving in a half [A]-forgotten dream, [D] or the ripples from a pebble someone [Bm] tosses in a stream.
Like a clock whose hands [C] are sweeping past the minutes of its face, [C#] and the world is like an apple whirling silently in space.
Like the circles [E] that you [F#]
a mountain, or a carnival balloon, like a [Bm] carousel that's turning, running rings around the moon.
[C] Like a clock whose hands are sweeping past the minutes of its face, and [C#] the world is like an apple whirling silently in space.
Like the circles that [B] you find in the windmills of your [Em] 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.
that keeps revolving in a half [A]-forgotten dream, [D] or the ripples from a pebble someone [Bm] tosses in a stream.
Like a clock whose hands [C] are sweeping past the minutes of its face, [C#] and the world is like an apple whirling silently in space.
Like the circles [E] that you [F#]
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B
Em
C
Bm
C#
B
Em
C
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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 [Bm] carousel that's turning, running rings around the moon.
[C] _ Like a clock whose hands are sweeping past the minutes of its face, and [C#] the world is like an apple whirling silently in space. _ _
Like the circles that [B] you find _ in the _ windmills of your [Em] 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 [A]-forgotten dream, _ [D] _ or the ripples from a pebble someone [Bm] tosses in a stream. _ _ _ _
Like a clock whose hands [C] are sweeping past the minutes of its face, _ [C#] and the world is like an apple whirling silently in _ space. _ _
_ Like the circles [E] that you [F#]
find _ in the [B] windmills of [F#] your _ _ _ _ [Em]
mind.
_ _ _ Keys that jingle in your pocket, words that jangle in your head, [Am] why did summer go so quickly, was it something that she [G] said?
Lovers walk along [C] the shore and leave their footprints in the sand, _ is the [B] sound of distant drumming just the fingers of your hand?
Pictures hanging in a hallway and the fragment of a song have 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.
_ _ [Em] _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ Round 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 [D#] _ _ [B] _
find _ in the _ _ windmills [G#m] of your _ [Em] _ _
_ mind. _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _
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 [Bm] carousel that's turning, running rings around the moon.
[C] _ Like a clock whose hands are sweeping past the minutes of its face, and [C#] the world is like an apple whirling silently in space. _ _
Like the circles that [B] you find _ in the _ windmills of your [Em] 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 [A]-forgotten dream, _ [D] _ or the ripples from a pebble someone [Bm] tosses in a stream. _ _ _ _
Like a clock whose hands [C] are sweeping past the minutes of its face, _ [C#] and the world is like an apple whirling silently in _ space. _ _
_ Like the circles [E] that you [F#]
find _ in the [B] windmills of [F#] your _ _ _ _ [Em]
mind.
_ _ _ Keys that jingle in your pocket, words that jangle in your head, [Am] why did summer go so quickly, was it something that she [G] said?
Lovers walk along [C] the shore and leave their footprints in the sand, _ is the [B] sound of distant drumming just the fingers of your hand?
Pictures hanging in a hallway and the fragment of a song have 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.
_ _ [Em] _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ Round 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 [D#] _ _ [B] _
find _ in the _ _ windmills [G#m] of your _ [Em] _ _
_ mind. _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _