歌曲名 Les Moulins De Mon Coeur (The Windmills Of Your Mind)

歌手名 Toots Thielemans

作词：Alan Bergman+Marilyn Bergman

作曲：Alan Bergman+Marilyn Bergman

Round 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 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 in your head

When did summer go so quickly was it something that you 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 you were suddenly aware

That the autumn leaves were turning to the color of her hair

Round 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

To the moulins de mon coeur