Capo 1
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Verse 1.
Round, like a circle in a [Am] spiral, like a wheel within a [E7] wheel
Never ending or beginning, on an ever spinning [Am] reel
Like a snowball down a [A7] mountain or a carnival [Dm7] balloon
Like a carousel that’s [G7] turning, running rings around the [Cmaj7] moon
Like a clock whose hands are [Fmaj7] sweeping, past the minutes of its [Dm6] face
And the world is like an [E7] apple, whirling silently in [D#dim] space
Like the circles that you [E7] find, in the windmills of your [Am] mind
Verse 2.
Like a tunnel that you [Am] follow, to a tunnel of its [E7] own
Down a hollow to a cavern, where the sun has never [Am] shone
Like a door that keeps [A7] revolving, in a half-forgotten [Dm7] dream
Or the ripples from a [G7] pebble, someone tosses in a [Cmaj7] stream
Like a clock whose hands are [Fmaj7] sweeping, past the minutes of its [Dm6] face
And the world is like an [E7] apple, whirling silently in [D#dim] space
Like the circles that you [E7] find, in the windmills of your [Am] mind
Verse 3.
Keys that jingle in your [Am] pocket, words that jangle in your [Dm7] head
Why 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] sand
Is the sound of distant [B7] drumming, just the fingers of your [Em] hand?
Pictures hanging in a [A7] hallway, and the fragment of a [Dm] song
Half-remembered names and [G7] faces, but to whom do they [Cmaj7] belong?
When you knew that it was [Fmaj7] over, you were suddenly [Dm6] aware
That the autumn leaves were [E7] turning, to the colour of her [Am] hair
A circle in a [Am] spiral, a wheel within a [E7] wheel
Never ending or beginning, on an ever spinning [D#dim] reel
As the images [Am] unwind, like the circles that you [E7] find
in the windmills of your [Am] mind
