The Windmills Of Your Mind - Laura Fygi

作词：Alan Bergman/Marilyn Bergman

作曲：Michel Legrand

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 carnaval balloon

Like a carousell that's turning

Running rings around the moon

Like a clock whose hands are sweeping

Past the minutes on it's 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 it's 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 on it's 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 your head

Why did summer go so quickly

Was it something that you said

Lovers walking alone 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 this song

Half remembered names and faces

But to whom do they belong

When you knew that it was over

In the autumn of could finds

For the moment you could not

Recall the color of his 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