The Windmills of Your Mind (Les moulins de mon cœur)

'Round, 'round, 'round 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 burning

Running rings around the moon

Like a clock whose hands are sweeping

Past the minutes of its face

And the world is like an apple

Whirling 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

Or the ripples from a pebble someone tosses in a stream

Like a clock whose hands are sweeping past the minutes of its face

And the world is like an apple whirling 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 you said?

Lovers walks along a shore and leave their footprints in the sand

Is 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, you were suddenly aware

That the autumn leaves were turning to the colour of his hair

Like a circle in a spiral, a wheel within a wheel

Never ending nor beginning on an ever-spinning reel

As the images unwind like the circles that you find

In the windmills of your mind