Chords for Val Doonican Windmills of the Mind
Tempo:
110 bpm
Chords used:
F#
Bm
Em
B
A
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
Start Jamming...
[Em] [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 snowball [B] down a mountain or a carnival [Em] balloon,
Like a [A] carousel that's turning, running rings [D] around the moon,
Like a clock whose [G] hands are sweeping past the minutes of [C#] its face,
And the world is [F#] like an apple, whirling silently [F] in space,
Like the circles [F#] that you find in the windows of your [Bm] mind,
Like a tunnel that you follow to a tunnel [F#] of its own,
Down a hollow to a cavern where the sun has [Bm] never shone,
Like [B] a door that keeps revolving in a half [Em]-forgotten dream,
Like the ripples [A] from a pebble someone tosses [D] in a stream,
Like a clock whose [G] hands are sweeping past the minutes of [C#] its face,
And the world [F#] is like an apple, whirling silently [F] in space,
Like the circles [F#] that you find in the windows [Bm] of your [G] mind,
Is a jingle in your pocket, was a jangle [Em] in your head,
Why did summer [A] go so quickly, was it something that you said?
[D] Lovers walk along the shore and leave their footprints [G] in the sand,
Is the sound [C#] of just drumming [C#] just the fingers [F#m] of your hand,
Pictures [A] hang in a hallway and [B] the fragment of a [Em] song,
Half [A]-remembered names and faces, but to whom do they belong?
[D] When you knew that [G] it was over, you were suddenly [C#m] aware,
That the autumn [F#] leaves were [F#] 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,
As the images [F#m] unwind, like the circles that [F#] you find in the [Bm] windows of your mind.
[B]
[Bm]
[N]
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 snowball [B] down a mountain or a carnival [Em] balloon,
Like a [A] carousel that's turning, running rings [D] around the moon,
Like a clock whose [G] hands are sweeping past the minutes of [C#] its face,
And the world is [F#] like an apple, whirling silently [F] in space,
Like the circles [F#] that you find in the windows of your [Bm] mind,
Like a tunnel that you follow to a tunnel [F#] of its own,
Down a hollow to a cavern where the sun has [Bm] never shone,
Like [B] a door that keeps revolving in a half [Em]-forgotten dream,
Like the ripples [A] from a pebble someone tosses [D] in a stream,
Like a clock whose [G] hands are sweeping past the minutes of [C#] its face,
And the world [F#] is like an apple, whirling silently [F] in space,
Like the circles [F#] that you find in the windows [Bm] of your [G] mind,
Is a jingle in your pocket, was a jangle [Em] in your head,
Why did summer [A] go so quickly, was it something that you said?
[D] Lovers walk along the shore and leave their footprints [G] in the sand,
Is the sound [C#] of just drumming [C#] just the fingers [F#m] of your hand,
Pictures [A] hang in a hallway and [B] the fragment of a [Em] song,
Half [A]-remembered names and faces, but to whom do they belong?
[D] When you knew that [G] it was over, you were suddenly [C#m] aware,
That the autumn [F#] leaves were [F#] 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,
As the images [F#m] unwind, like the circles that [F#] you find in the [Bm] windows of your mind.
[B]
[Bm]
[N]
Key:
F#
Bm
Em
B
A
F#
Bm
Em
_ _ [Em] _ _ [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 snowball [B] down a mountain or a carnival [Em] balloon,
Like a [A] carousel that's turning, running rings [D] around the moon,
Like a clock whose [G] hands are sweeping past the minutes of [C#] its face,
And the world is [F#] like an apple, whirling silently [F] in space,
Like the circles [F#] that you find in the windows of your [Bm] mind,
Like a tunnel that you follow to a tunnel [F#] of its own,
Down a hollow to a cavern where the sun has [Bm] never shone,
Like [B] a door that keeps revolving in a half [Em]-forgotten dream,
Like the ripples [A] from a pebble someone tosses [D] in a stream,
Like a clock whose [G] hands are sweeping past the minutes of [C#] its face,
And the world [F#] is like an apple, whirling silently [F] in space,
Like the circles [F#] that you find in the windows [Bm] of your [G] mind,
Is a jingle in your pocket, was a jangle [Em] in your head,
Why did summer [A] go so quickly, was it something that you said?
[D] Lovers walk along the shore and leave their footprints [G] in the sand,
Is the sound [C#] of just drumming [C#] just the fingers [F#m] of your hand,
Pictures [A] hang in a hallway and [B] the fragment of a [Em] song,
Half [A]-remembered names and faces, but to whom do they belong?
[D] When you knew that [G] it was over, you were suddenly [C#m] aware,
That the autumn [F#] leaves were [F#] 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,
As the images [F#m] unwind, like the circles that [F#] you find in the [Bm] windows of your mind. _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ [B] _
_ [Bm] _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ [N] _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ 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 snowball [B] down a mountain or a carnival [Em] balloon,
Like a [A] carousel that's turning, running rings [D] around the moon,
Like a clock whose [G] hands are sweeping past the minutes of [C#] its face,
And the world is [F#] like an apple, whirling silently [F] in space,
Like the circles [F#] that you find in the windows of your [Bm] mind,
Like a tunnel that you follow to a tunnel [F#] of its own,
Down a hollow to a cavern where the sun has [Bm] never shone,
Like [B] a door that keeps revolving in a half [Em]-forgotten dream,
Like the ripples [A] from a pebble someone tosses [D] in a stream,
Like a clock whose [G] hands are sweeping past the minutes of [C#] its face,
And the world [F#] is like an apple, whirling silently [F] in space,
Like the circles [F#] that you find in the windows [Bm] of your [G] mind,
Is a jingle in your pocket, was a jangle [Em] in your head,
Why did summer [A] go so quickly, was it something that you said?
[D] Lovers walk along the shore and leave their footprints [G] in the sand,
Is the sound [C#] of just drumming [C#] just the fingers [F#m] of your hand,
Pictures [A] hang in a hallway and [B] the fragment of a [Em] song,
Half [A]-remembered names and faces, but to whom do they belong?
[D] When you knew that [G] it was over, you were suddenly [C#m] aware,
That the autumn [F#] leaves were [F#] 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,
As the images [F#m] unwind, like the circles that [F#] you find in the [Bm] windows of your mind. _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ [B] _
_ [Bm] _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ [N] _