Dusty Springfield – Windmills Of Your Mind (Guitar)

Cm                                                      Fm6
Round, like a circle in a spiral, like a wheel within a wheel

                  G7 G                         Cm
Never ending or beginning, on an ever spinning wheel

                       C7                        Fm
Like a snowball down a mountain or a carnaval balloon

                        Bb7                               Ebmaj7
Like a carousell that's turning, running rings around the moon

                             Ebmaj7 Eb                           Fm9 Fm
Like a clock whose hands are swee-  ping past the minutes of its face

                         G7                         F#dim
And the world is like an apple whirling silently in space

                          G7(addAb)                     Cm9 Cm Cm7
Like the circles that you find in the windmills of your mind

(Cm7)                                            Fm6
Like a tunnel that you follow to a tunnel of its own

                   G                              Cm7
Down a hollow to a cavern where the sun has never shone

                       C7                            Fm
Like a door that keeps revolving in a half forgotten dream

                      Bb7                        Ebmaj7
Or the ripples from a pebble someone tosses in a stream

                             Abmaj7                           Fm6
Like a clock whose hands are sweeping past the minutes of its face

                         G7                         F#dim
And the world is like an apple whirling silently in space

                          G7                            Cm7
Like the circles that you find in the windmills of your mind

(Cm)                                                       Fm7
Keys that jingle in your pocket, words that jangle in your head

                     Bb7                                Ebmaj7
Why did summer go so quickly, was it something that you said?

                      Eb7                                     Abmaj7
Lovers walk along the shore and leave their footprints in the sand

                        D7                                Gm
Is the sound of distant drumming just the fingers of your hand?

         Gm7          C7                            Fm
Pictures hanging in a hallway and the fragment of a song

                          Bb7                        Ebmaj7
Half remembered names and faces, but to whom do they belong?

                          Abmaj7                  Dm
When you knew that it was over you were suddenly aware

(Cm7)                                            Fm6
Like a circle in a spiral, like a wheel within a wheel

                  G7                           F#dim
Never ending or beginning, on an ever spinning wheel

                Cm7/G                           G7
As the images unwind, like the circles that you find

                         Cm7
In the windmills of your mind