The Windmills Of Your Mind
Ton : EEnglish
Voir version française par Frida Boccara
http://www.boiteachansons.net/Partitions/Frida-Boccara/Les-moulins-de-mon-coeur.php
Intro
Em
Couplet
Like a circle in a Emspiral, like a wheel within a F#m7(b5)wheel,
Never ending or B7beginning on an ever spinning Emreel,
Like a snowball down a E7mountain or a carnival Am7balloon
Like a carousel that's D7turning running rings around the Gmaj7moon,
Like a clock whose hands are Cmaj7sweeping past the minutes of its F#7(b5)face,
And the world is like an B7apple whirling silently in G7(dim)space,
Like the circles that you B7find in the windmills of your Emmind.
Couplet
Like a tunnel that you Emfollow to a tunnel of its F#m7(b5)own,
Down a hollow to a B7cavern where the sun has never Emshone,
Like a door that keeps E7revolving in a half-forgotten Am7dream,
Or the ripples from a D7pebble someone tosses in a Gmaj7stream,
Like a clock whose hands are Cmaj7sweeping past the minutes of its F#m7(b5)face,
And the world is like an B7apple whirling silently in G7(dim)space,
Like the circles that you B7find in the windmills of your Emmind.
Refrain
Keys that jingle in your Empocket, words that jangle in your Am7head;
Why did summer go so D7quickly? Was it something that you Gmaj7said?
Lovers walk along a G7shore and leave their footprints in the Cmaj7sand;
Is the sound of distant F#7drumming just the fingers of your Bmhand?
Pictures hanging in a E7hallway and the fragments of a Amsong,
Half-remembered names and D7faces, but to whom do they Gmaj7belong?
When you knew that it was Cmaj7over, were you suddenly F#m7(b5)aware
That the autumn leaves were B7turning to the color of her Emhair?
Couplet
Like a circle in a Emspiral, like a wheel within a F#m7(b5)wheel,
Never ending or B7beginning on an ever spinning G7(dim)reel,
As the images Emunwind, like the circles that you B7find
In the windmills of your Emmind. Em7
Em Em7 Em Em7 (Ad libitum)