WINDMILLS of your MIND - COLOURFIELD

CAPO on 1st Fret
(Intro)
        Dm  A7  Dm


        Round, like a circle in a spiral,
                              A7
        like a wheel within a wheel

        Never ending or beginning
                            Dm
        on an ever spinning reel
                               D7
        Like a snowball down a mountain
                        Gm7
        or a carnival balloon
                                C7
        Like a carousel that's turning,
                                 Fmaj7
        running rings around the moon
                                     Bbmaj7
        Like a clock whose hands are sweeping
                                Gm6
        past the minutes of its face
                                 A7
        And the world is like an apple
                             G#dim
        whirling silently in space
                                  A7
        Like the circles that you find
                                 Dm
        in the windmills of your mind


        Like a tunnel that you follow
                           A7
        to a tunnel of its own

        Down a hollow to a cavern
                                Dm
        where the sun has never shone
                                   D7
        Like a door that keeps revolving
                            Gm7
        in a half-forgotten dream
                              C7
        Or the ripples from a pebble
                            Fmaj7
        someone tosses in a stream
                                     Bbmaj7
        Like a clock whose hands are sweeping
                                Gm6
        past the minutes of its face
                                 A7
        And the world is like an apple
                             G#dim
        whirling silently in space
                                  A7
        Like the circles that you find
                                 Dm
        in the windmills of your mind


        Keys that jingle in your pocket,
                                  Gm7
        words that jangle in your head
                             C7
        Why did summer go so quickly?
                                  Fmaj7
        Was it something that you said?
                              F7
        Lovers walk along the shore
                                          Bbmaj7
        and leave their footprints in the sand
                                E7
        Is the sound of distant drumming
                                 Am
        just the fingers of your hand?
                              D7
        Pictures hanging in a hallway
                              Gm
        and the fragment of a song
                                  C7
        Half-remembered names and faces,
                              Fmaj7
        but to whom do they belong?
                                  Bbmaj7
        When you knew that it was over,
                           Gm6
        you were suddenly aware
                                    A7
        That the autumn leaves were turning
                             Dm
        to the colour of her hair

        A circle in a spiral,
                         A7
        a wheel within a wheel

        Never ending or beginning
                            G#dim
        on an ever spinning reel
                        Dm
        As the images unwind,
                                  A7
        like the circles that you find
                                 Dm
        in the windmills of your mind