歌曲名 Windmills Of Your Mind(Album Version)

歌手名 Abbey Lincoln

作词：Alan Bergman/Marilyn Bergman

作曲：Michel Legrand

like a circle in a spiral

Like a wheel within a wheel

Never ending or 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 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 we said

Lovers walking along a shore

And leave their footprints 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 faces

But to whom do they belong

When you knew that it was over

In the autumn of good-byes

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

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

Your mind