Genre: folk
Author/Performer: Michel Legrand
Round like a cir-cle in a spi-ral
Like a wheel with-in a wheel
Nev-er end-ing or be-gin-ing
On an ev-er spin-ning reel
Like a snowball down a mountain
Or a carn-i-val bal-loon
Like a car-ou-sel that's turning
Run-ning rings around the moon
Like a tunnel that you follow
To a tunnel of its own
Down a hollow to a cav-ern
Where the sun has never shone
Like a door that keeps revolving
In a half forgotten dream
or the ripples from a peb-ble
Someone tosses in a stream
Like a clock who's hands are sweeping
Past the minutes of it's face
And the world is like an ap-ple
Whirling silently in space
Like the circles that you find
In the windmills of your mind
Keys that jingle in your pocket
Words that jangle in your head
Why did summer go so quickly ?
Was it something that you said ?
Lovers walk a-long a shore
And leave their foot prints in the sand
Is the sound of distant drumming
Just the fingers of your hand ?
Pictures hanging in a hallway
And the fragment of a song
Half remembered names and fac-es
But to whom do they belong ?
When you knew that it was ov-er
you were suddenly a-ware
That the autumn leaves were turning
To the colour of her hair!
Like a cir-cle in a spi-ral
Like a wheel with-in a wheel
Nev-er end-ing or be-gin-ing
On an ev-er spin-ning reel
As the im-a-ges unwind
Like the circles that you find
In the windmills of your mind.....
