The Windmills Of Your Mind (chromatic)
by Dusty Springfield, Sting · tab for chromatic harmonica
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Round like a cir-cle in a spi-ral
Like a wheel with-in a wheel
Nev-er end-ing or be-gin-ing
On an ev-er spin-ning reel
Like a snow-ball down a moun-tain
Or a car-ni-val bal-loon
Like a car-ou-sel that's turn-ing
Run-ning rings a-round the moon
Like a clock who's hands are sweep-ing
Past the min-utes of its face
And the world is like an ap-ple
Whirl-ing si-lent-ly in space
Like the cir-cles that you find
In the wind-mills of your mind
Like a tun-nel that you fol-low
To a tun-nel of its own
Down a hol-low to a tav-ern
Where the sun has nev-er shone
Like a door that keeps re-volv-ing
In a half for-got-ten dream
or the rip-ples from a peb-ble
Some-one toss-es in a stream
Like a clock who's hands are sweep-ing
Past the min-utes of its face
And the world is like an ap-ple
Whirl-ing si-lent-ly in space
Like the cir-cles that you find
In the wind-mills of your mind
Keys that jin-gle in your pock-et
Words that jan-gle in your head
Why did sum-mer go so quick-ly ?
Was it some-thing that you said ?
Lov-ers walk a-long a shore
And leave their foot prints in the sand
Is the sound of dis-tant drum-ming
Just the fin-gers of your hand ?
Pic-tures hang-ing in a hall-way
And the frag-ment of a song
Half re-mem-bered names and fac-es
But to whom do they be-long ?
When you knew that it was ov-er
you were sud-den-ly a-ware
That the au-tumn leaves were turn-ing
To the col-or of her hair!
Like a cir-cle in a spi-ral
Like a wheel with-in a wheel
Nev-er end-ing or be-gin-ing
On an ev-er spin-ning reel
As the im-a-ges un-wind
Like the cir-cles that you find
In the wind-mills of your mind.