Thursday, May 17, 2007

Windmill st



from "The Thomas Crown Affair") Music by Michel Legrand
Lyrics by Alan Bergman and Marilyn Bergman

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
Spinning 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
Like 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
Spinning 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 I 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
Were you 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 or beginning
On an ever-spinning reel
As the images unwind
Like the circles that you find
In the windmills of your mind

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