Round, like a circle in a spiral, 

Like a wheel within a wheel. 

Never ending or beginning, 

On an ever spinning wheel. 

Like a snowball down a mountain 

Or a carnival balloon 

Like a carousell that's turning 

Running rings around the moon 



Like a clock whose hands are sweeping 

Past the minutes of its face 

And the world is like an apple 

Whirling 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 

Or the ripples from a pebble 

Someone tosses in a stream. 



Like a clock whose hands are sweeping 

Past the minutes of its face. 

And the world is like an apple 

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 walking along the shore, 

Leave their footprints in the sand 

Is the sound of distant drumming 

Just the fingers of your hand 



Pictures hanging in a hallway 

And a fragment of a song 

Half remembered names and faces 

But to whom do they belong 

When you knew that it was over 

You were suddenly aware

That the autumn leaves returned

To the colour of her hair 



Like a circle in a spiral 

Like a wheel within a wheel 

Never ending or beginning, 

On an ever spinning wheel 

As the images unwind 

Like the circle that you find 

In the windmills of your mind