Windmills Of Your Mind (Feat Randy Crawford) - David Sanborn/Randy Crawford

作曲：Michel Legrand/Alan Bergman

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 baloon

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

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 forgooten dream

Or the ripples from the 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 does summer go so quickly

Was it something that you said

Lovers walk along the 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

In the fragment of the 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 his hair

Like a door that keeps revolving

In a half forgotten dream

Or the ripples from the pebble

Someone tosses in a stream

As the images unwind

Like the circles that you find

In the windmills of your mind

Like the circles that you find

In the windmills of your mind

Turn turn turn

In the windmills of your mind

Hm hm hm

Windmills of your mind