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Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Peter Grant
Performer
Gavyn Wright
Violin
Chris Tombling
Violin
Patrick Kiernan
Violin
Rita Manning
Violin
Morven Bryce
Violin
Boguslaw Kostecki
Violin
Julian Leaper
Violin
Cathy Thompson
Violin
Everton Nelson
Violin
Mark Berrow
Violin
Peter Hanson
Violin
Warren Zielinski
Violin
Peter Lale
Viola
Garfield Jackson
Viola
Bruce White
Viola
Anthony Pleeth
Cello
Dave Daniels
Cello
Caroline Dearnley
Cello
Chris Laurence
Double Bass
Mike Thompson
French Horn
Nigel Black
French Horn
Peter Beachill
Bass Trombone
Richard Edwards
Bass Trombone
Andy Vinter
Piano
Phil Pickett
Guitar
Chris Winter
Programming
Martin Smith
Programming
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Michel Legrand
Composer
Alan Bergman
Lyrics
Marilyn Bergman
Lyrics
Lyrics
Paroles de la chanson The Windmills Of Your Mind :
Like a circle in a spiral
Like a wheel within a wheel
Never ending or 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 colour 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
Written by: Alan Bergman, Marilyn Bergman, Michel Legrand