Like a circle in a spiral or

a wheel within a wheel never ending or

beginning on an ever spinning reel

Like a snowball on ountain or a carnival balloon or 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

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 on 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



And the world whose hands are

sweeping past the minutes on 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 somthing that you said?

Lovers walk along the shore line, leave their footprints in the sand

Was the sound of distant drumming just the fingers on your hand?

Pictures hanging in a hallway and the fragments of a song

Half remembered names and faces but to whom do they belong?



When you knew that it was over in the autumn of goodbyes

For a moment you could not recall the color of his eyes!



Like a circle in a spiral or

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