| The Windmills Of Your Mind | |
| -Nana Mouskouri | |
| Round, like a circle in a spiral | |
| Like a wheel within a wheel. | |
| Never ending or beginning, | |
| On an ever spinning wheel | |
| Like a snowball down a mountain | |
| Or a carnaval balloon | |
| Like a carousell that's turning | |
| Running rings around the moon | |
| Like a clock whose hands are sweeping | |
| Past the minutes on 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 it's 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 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 | |
| Keys that jingle in your pocket | |
| Words that jangle your head | |
| Why did summer go so quickly | |
| Was it something that I said | |
| Lovers walking allong the shore, | |
| Leave their footprints in the sand | |
| Was the sound of distant drumming | |
| Just the fingers of your hand | |
| Pictures hanging in a hallway | |
| And a fragment of this song | |
| Half remembered names and faces | |
| But to whom do they belong | |
| When you knew that it was over | |
| In the autumn of goodbyes | |
| For a moment you could not recall ! | |
| The color of his eyes | |
| Like a circle in a spiral | |
| Like a wheel within a wheel | |
| Never ending or beginning, | |
| On an ever spinning wheel | |
| As the images unwind | |
| Like the circle that you find | |
| In the windmills of your mind |