Where Is It Written? Intro: [D] [Dm] [E] [G#m] [Bb] [G#m] [Bm] [Em]===[G]God, [Em]our merciful father[B]I'm wrapped in a robe of lightClothed in your [C#]glory[B]That spreads its wings over [Bm]my soul[Em] [G#m]May I be worthyAmenThere's not a morning I begin withoutA thousand questions running through my mindThat I don't [Bbm]try [G#m]to find the reason and the logicIn the world that God [Fbm]designedThe reason [G#m]why[Dm]A bird was [Cb]given [F#]wingsIf not to fly and praise the [A#]skyWith every song it [Em]singsWhat's right or wrong [G#]Where I [Fb]belong[Db]Within the scheme of [A#]things[Db] [G] [Bb] [G#m] [Dm] [Fbm][Dm]And why have eyes that [G#m]seeAnd arms that reachUnless you're meant to knowThere's something more?If not to hunger for the meaning of it allThen tell me what a soul is [Fbm]for?Why have the wings[Dm]Unless you're [Cb]meant to [F#]fly?And tell me please, why have a [G]mindIf not to [A#]question [Fbm]why?And tell me [Fb]whereWhere is it written what it isI'm [Dm]meant to be, that I can't [G#m]dareTo have the chance to pick the fruit of every [E]treeOr have my [Dm] [Db]share of every sweet- [A#]imagined possibility?Just tell me [E]where, [Dm]tell me [G#m]where? [Bm][G#m]If I were only meant to tend the nestThen why does my imagination [B]sailAcross the [G#m]mountains and the seasBeyond the make-believe of any fairy [Fbm]tale?Why have the [Dm]thirst if not to [Cb]drink the [F#]wine?And what a waste to have a [A#]tasteOf things that can't be [Fbm]mine?And tell me [Fb]where, where is it written what it isI'm meant to [Dm]be, that I can't [G#m]dareTo find the meanings in the [E]mor [G#m]nings that I [E]seeOr have my [F#]share of every sweet-imagined [A#]possibility?Just tell me [E]where - where is it [Dm]written?[A#]Tell me [Fbm]where[D]Or if it's [Dm]written [Ebm]anywhere[Bbm]?⠀⠀ Sáng tác: Alan Bergman , Marilyn Bergman , Michel Legrand

The Windmills Of Your Mind Capo 1==Verse 1. Round, like a circle in a [Bb]spiral, like a wheel within a [E7]wheelNever ending or beginning, on an ever spinning [Bb]reelLike a snowball down a [A7]mountain or a carnival [Dm7]balloonLike a carousel that’s [G7]turning, running rings around the [Cmaj7]moonLike a clock whose hands are [Fmaj7]sweeping, past the minutes of its [Dm6]faceAnd the world is like an [E7]apple, whirling silently in [D#dim]spaceLike the circles that you [E7]find, in the windmills of your [Bb]mindVerse 2. Like a tunnel that you [Bb]follow, to a tunnel of its [E7]ownDown a hollow to a cavern, where the sun has never [Bb]shoneLike a door that keeps [A7]revolving, in a half-forgotten [Dm7]dreamOr the ripples from a [G7]pebble, someone tosses in a [Cmaj7]streamLike a clock whose hands are [Fmaj7]sweeping, past the minutes of its [Dm6]faceAnd the world is like an [E7]apple, whirling silently in [D#dim]spaceLike the circles that you [E7]find, in the windmills of your [Bb]mindVerse 3. Keys that jingle in your [Bb]pocket, words that jangle in your [Dm7]headWhy did summer go so [G7]quickly? Was it something that you [Cmaj7]said?Lovers walk along the [C7]shore, and leave their footprints in the [Fmaj7]sandIs the sound of distant [B7]drumming, just the fingers of your [D#]hand?Pictures hanging in a [A7]hallway, and the fragment of a [Eb]songHalf-remembered names and [G7]faces, but to whom do they [Cmaj7]belong?When you knew that it was [Fmaj7]over, you were suddenly [Dm6]awareThat the autumn leaves were [E7]turning, to the colour of her [Bb]hairA circle in a [Bb]spiral, a wheel within a [E7]wheelNever ending or beginning, on an ever spinning [D#dim]reelAs the images [Bb]unwind, like the circles that you [E7]findin the windmills of your [Bb]mind⠀⠀ Sáng tác: Alan , Marilyn Bergman