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