The Windmills of Your Mind

Round like a circle in a spiral/ Like a wheel within a wheel/ Never ending on 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 on 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
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-forgotten dream
Or the ripples from a pebble/ Someone tosses in a stream/ Like a clock whose hands are sweeping/ Past the minutes on 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 did summer go so quickly?/ Was it something that you said?
Lovers walk along a shore/ And leave their footprints in the sand/ Was the sound of distant drumming/ Just the fingers of your hand?
Pictures hanging in a hallway/ Or 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?
Like a circle in a spiral/ Like a wheel within a wheel/ Never ending on beginning/ On an ever-spinning reel/ As the images unwind/ Like the circles that you find/ In the windmills of your mind

Versão de Noel Harrison.

Versão de Dusty Springfield.

Versão de Henry Mancini.

Versão de Val Doonican.

Versão de Barbara Lewis.