Capo 1
Verse 1.
Round, like a circle in a [Am]spiral, like a wheel within a [E7]wheel
Never ending or beginning, on an ever spinning [Am]reel
Like a snowball down a [A7]mountain or a carnival [Dm7]balloon
Like a carousel that’s [G7]turning, running rings around the [Cmaj7]moon
Like a clock whose hands are [Fmaj7]sweeping, past the minutes of its [Dm6]face
And the world is like an [E7]apple, whirling silently in [D#dim]space
Like the circles that you [E7]find, in the windmills of your [Am]mind
Verse 2.
Like a tunnel that you [Am]follow, to a tunnel of its [E7]own
Down a hollow to a cavern, where the sun has never [Am]shone
Like a door that keeps [A7]revolving, in a half-forgotten [Dm7]dream
Or the ripples from a [G7]pebble, someone tosses in a [Cmaj7]stream
Like a clock whose hands are [Fmaj7]sweeping, past the minutes of its [Dm6]face
And the world is like an [E7]apple, whirling silently in [D#dim]space
Like the circles that you [E7]find, in the windmills of your [Am]mind
Verse 3.
Keys that jingle in your [Am]pocket, words that jangle in your [Dm7]head
Why did summer go so [G7]quickly? Was it something that you [Cmaj7]said?
Lovers walk along the [C7]shore, and leave their footprints in the [Fmaj7]sand
Is the sound of distant [B7]drumming, just the fingers of your [Em]hand?
Pictures hanging in a [A7]hallway, and the fragment of a [Dm]song
Half-remembered names and [G7]faces, but to whom do they [Cmaj7]belong?
When you knew that it was [Fmaj7]over, you were suddenly [Dm6]aware
That the autumn leaves were [E7]turning, to the colour of her [Am]hair
A circle in a [Am]spiral, a wheel within a [E7]wheel
Never ending or beginning, on an ever spinning [D#dim]reel
As the images [Am]unwind, like the circles that you [E7]find
in the windmills of your [Am]mind