Chords for The Windmills of Your Mind - Noel Harrison
Tempo:
116.3 bpm
Chords used:
Em
B
F#
E
D
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
Start Jamming...
[Em]
Run like a circle in a spiral, like a wheel within [F#] a wheel, never ending or beginning [B] on an ever spinning [Em] reel.
Like a snowball down [E] a mountain or a carnival [Am] balloon, like a carousel [D] that's turning running rings around [G] the moon.
Like a clock whose hands are [Em] sweeping past the minutes of [F#] its face, and the world is [B] like an apple whirling silently [A#m] in space.
Like the circles [B] that you find in the windmills of your [Em] mind.
Like a tunnel you can follow to a tunnel of its own, [B] down a hollowed cavern where the sun has [Em] never shone.
Like a door that keeps [E] revolving in a half forgotten [Am] dream, or the ripples [D] from a pebble someone tosses in a [G] stream.
Like a clock whose hands are sweeping [C] past the minutes [F#] of its face, and the world is [B] like an apple whirling silently in [A#] space.
Like the circles that you [B] find in the windmills of [Em] your mind.
Keys that jingle in your pocket, words that jangle [Am] in your head, why did summer go [D] so quickly, was it something [G] that you said?
Lovers walk along the shore and leave their footprints [C] in the sand, was the sound of [E] distant drumming [F#] just the fingers of [Bm] your hand?
Pictures hanging in [D] a hallway, [E] and the fragments of [Am] a song, hard remembered names [E] and faces, [D] but to whom do they [G] belong?
When you knew that it [C] was over, you were suddenly [F#] aware, that the autumn leaves [B] were turning to the colour of her [Em] hair.
A circle in a spiral, a wheel within a [A] wheel, never ending or beginning [B] on an ever [A#] spinning wheel.
[Gm] As the images [Em] unwind, like the circles [B] that you find in the windmills [Em] of your mind.
[C] [Em]
[N]
Run like a circle in a spiral, like a wheel within [F#] a wheel, never ending or beginning [B] on an ever spinning [Em] reel.
Like a snowball down [E] a mountain or a carnival [Am] balloon, like a carousel [D] that's turning running rings around [G] the moon.
Like a clock whose hands are [Em] sweeping past the minutes of [F#] its face, and the world is [B] like an apple whirling silently [A#m] in space.
Like the circles [B] that you find in the windmills of your [Em] mind.
Like a tunnel you can follow to a tunnel of its own, [B] down a hollowed cavern where the sun has [Em] never shone.
Like a door that keeps [E] revolving in a half forgotten [Am] dream, or the ripples [D] from a pebble someone tosses in a [G] stream.
Like a clock whose hands are sweeping [C] past the minutes [F#] of its face, and the world is [B] like an apple whirling silently in [A#] space.
Like the circles that you [B] find in the windmills of [Em] your mind.
Keys that jingle in your pocket, words that jangle [Am] in your head, why did summer go [D] so quickly, was it something [G] that you said?
Lovers walk along the shore and leave their footprints [C] in the sand, was the sound of [E] distant drumming [F#] just the fingers of [Bm] your hand?
Pictures hanging in [D] a hallway, [E] and the fragments of [Am] a song, hard remembered names [E] and faces, [D] but to whom do they [G] belong?
When you knew that it [C] was over, you were suddenly [F#] aware, that the autumn leaves [B] were turning to the colour of her [Em] hair.
A circle in a spiral, a wheel within a [A] wheel, never ending or beginning [B] on an ever [A#] spinning wheel.
[Gm] As the images [Em] unwind, like the circles [B] that you find in the windmills [Em] of your mind.
[C] [Em]
[N]
Key:
Em
B
F#
E
D
Em
B
F#
[Em] _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ Run like a circle in a spiral, like a wheel within [F#] a wheel, never ending or beginning [B] on an ever spinning [Em] reel.
Like a snowball down [E] a mountain or a carnival [Am] balloon, like a carousel [D] that's turning running rings around [G] the moon.
Like a clock whose hands are [Em] sweeping past the minutes of [F#] its face, and the world is [B] like an apple whirling silently [A#m] in space.
Like the circles [B] that you find in the windmills of your [Em] mind.
Like a tunnel you can follow to a tunnel of its own, [B] down a hollowed cavern where the sun has [Em] never shone.
Like a door that keeps [E] revolving in a half forgotten [Am] dream, or the ripples [D] from a pebble someone tosses in a [G] stream.
Like a clock whose hands are sweeping [C] past the minutes [F#] of its face, and the world is [B] like an apple whirling silently in [A#] space.
Like the circles that you [B] find in the windmills of [Em] your mind.
Keys that jingle in your pocket, words that jangle [Am] in your head, why did summer go [D] so quickly, was it something [G] that you said?
Lovers walk along the shore and leave their footprints [C] in the sand, was the sound of [E] distant drumming [F#] just the fingers of [Bm] your hand?
Pictures hanging in [D] a hallway, [E] and the fragments of [Am] a song, hard remembered names [E] and faces, [D] but to whom do they [G] belong?
When you knew that it [C] was over, you were suddenly [F#] aware, _ _ that the autumn leaves [B] were turning to the colour of her [Em] hair.
A circle in a spiral, a wheel within a [A] wheel, never ending or beginning [B] on an ever [A#] spinning wheel.
[Gm] As the images [Em] unwind, like the circles [B] that you find in the windmills [Em] of your mind. _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ [C] _ _ [Em] _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ [N] _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ Run like a circle in a spiral, like a wheel within [F#] a wheel, never ending or beginning [B] on an ever spinning [Em] reel.
Like a snowball down [E] a mountain or a carnival [Am] balloon, like a carousel [D] that's turning running rings around [G] the moon.
Like a clock whose hands are [Em] sweeping past the minutes of [F#] its face, and the world is [B] like an apple whirling silently [A#m] in space.
Like the circles [B] that you find in the windmills of your [Em] mind.
Like a tunnel you can follow to a tunnel of its own, [B] down a hollowed cavern where the sun has [Em] never shone.
Like a door that keeps [E] revolving in a half forgotten [Am] dream, or the ripples [D] from a pebble someone tosses in a [G] stream.
Like a clock whose hands are sweeping [C] past the minutes [F#] of its face, and the world is [B] like an apple whirling silently in [A#] space.
Like the circles that you [B] find in the windmills of [Em] your mind.
Keys that jingle in your pocket, words that jangle [Am] in your head, why did summer go [D] so quickly, was it something [G] that you said?
Lovers walk along the shore and leave their footprints [C] in the sand, was the sound of [E] distant drumming [F#] just the fingers of [Bm] your hand?
Pictures hanging in [D] a hallway, [E] and the fragments of [Am] a song, hard remembered names [E] and faces, [D] but to whom do they [G] belong?
When you knew that it [C] was over, you were suddenly [F#] aware, _ _ that the autumn leaves [B] were turning to the colour of her [Em] hair.
A circle in a spiral, a wheel within a [A] wheel, never ending or beginning [B] on an ever [A#] spinning wheel.
[Gm] As the images [Em] unwind, like the circles [B] that you find in the windmills [Em] of your mind. _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ [C] _ _ [Em] _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ [N] _ _ _ _ _ _