The  Windmills  Of  Your  Mind  -  Michel  Legrand

Round  like  a  circle  in  a  spiral  like  a  wheel  within  a  wheel

Never  ending  on  beginning  on  an  ever-spinning  reel

Like  a  snowball  down  a  mountain  or  a  carnival  balloon

Like  a  carousel  that's  turning  running  rings  around  the  moon

Like  a  clock  whose  hands  are  sweeping  past  the  minutes  on  its  face

And  the  world  is  like  an  apple  spinning  silently  in  space

Like  the  circles  that  you  find  In  the  windmills  of  your  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-forgotten  dream

Like  the  ripples  from  a  pebble  someone  tosses  in  a  stream

Like  a  clock  whose  hands  are  sweeping  past  the  minutes  on  its  face

And  the  world  is  like  an  apple  spinning  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  I  said?

Lovers  walk  along  a  shore

And  leave  their  footprints  in  the  sand

Was  the  sound  of  distant  drumming

Just  the  fingers  of  your  hand?

Pictures  hanging  in  a  hallway

Or  the  fragment  of  a  song

Half-remembered  names  and  faces

But  to  whom  do  they  belong?

When  you  knew  that  it  was  over

Were  you  suddenly  aware

That  the  autumn  leaves  were  turning

To  the  color  of  her  hair?

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  find

In  the  windmills  of  your  mind