Rona Kenan - The Windmills of Your Mind Chords
Tempo:
120.5 bpm
Chords used:
F#
B
C#
Em
A
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
Start Jamming...
[E]
[B]
[A#] [G] [B] Round, like a circle in a spiral, like a wheel within a wheel, never ending [A#] or beginning,
[F#] on an ever spinning [B] reel, like a snowball down a mountain, or a carnival [Em] balloon, like
a carousel [A] that's turning, running rings around [D] the moon, like a clock whose hands are [E] sweeping,
past the minutes [C#] of its face, and the world is [F#m] like an apple, whirling silently [Bm] in space,
like the circles [F#] that you find, in the windmills [B] of your [Dm] mind, [D]
[C#] [Dm] [B]
[C#]
[F#]
[C#] [Fm]
[C#] [F#]
[Bm]
like a tunnel that you follow,
to a tunnel of its [Em] own, down a hollow to a [F#] cavern, where the sun has never [Bm] shone, like
a door that keeps [B] revolving, in a half forgotten [Em] dream, or the ripples from a [A] pebble, someone
tossed into [D] a stream, like a clock whose hands [G] are sweeping, past the minutes of its [C#] face,
and the world is like [F#] an apple, whirling silently in [Fm] space, like the circles that [F#] you find,
in the windmills [Bm] of your mind, keys that jingle in your pocket, world that jangles [Em] in your
head, why did summer [A] go so quickly, [A] was it something that I [D] said, lovers walk along the
shore, and leave their [G] footprints in the sand, is the sound of [C#] distant drumming, just the
fingers [F#m] of your hand, pictures hanging [B] on a hallway, or the fragments [Em] of a song, half
remembered names [A] and faces, but to whom do they [D] belong, when you knew that it was [G] over,
were you suddenly [C#] aware, that the [Em] autumn [F#] leaves were falling to the color of her [B] hair, like
a circle in a spiral, like a wheel within [Em] a wheel, never ending or [F#] beginning, on an
ever spinning [G#] reel, [F] as the images [Bm] unwind, like the circles that you [F#] find, in the windmills
[G#] of your mind.
[D] [G#]
[A] [A#]
[B]
[A#] [G] [B] Round, like a circle in a spiral, like a wheel within a wheel, never ending [A#] or beginning,
[F#] on an ever spinning [B] reel, like a snowball down a mountain, or a carnival [Em] balloon, like
a carousel [A] that's turning, running rings around [D] the moon, like a clock whose hands are [E] sweeping,
past the minutes [C#] of its face, and the world is [F#m] like an apple, whirling silently [Bm] in space,
like the circles [F#] that you find, in the windmills [B] of your [Dm] mind, [D]
[C#] [Dm] [B]
[C#]
[F#]
[C#] [Fm]
[C#] [F#]
[Bm]
like a tunnel that you follow,
to a tunnel of its [Em] own, down a hollow to a [F#] cavern, where the sun has never [Bm] shone, like
a door that keeps [B] revolving, in a half forgotten [Em] dream, or the ripples from a [A] pebble, someone
tossed into [D] a stream, like a clock whose hands [G] are sweeping, past the minutes of its [C#] face,
and the world is like [F#] an apple, whirling silently in [Fm] space, like the circles that [F#] you find,
in the windmills [Bm] of your mind, keys that jingle in your pocket, world that jangles [Em] in your
head, why did summer [A] go so quickly, [A] was it something that I [D] said, lovers walk along the
shore, and leave their [G] footprints in the sand, is the sound of [C#] distant drumming, just the
fingers [F#m] of your hand, pictures hanging [B] on a hallway, or the fragments [Em] of a song, half
remembered names [A] and faces, but to whom do they [D] belong, when you knew that it was [G] over,
were you suddenly [C#] aware, that the [Em] autumn [F#] leaves were falling to the color of her [B] hair, like
a circle in a spiral, like a wheel within [Em] a wheel, never ending or [F#] beginning, on an
ever spinning [G#] reel, [F] as the images [Bm] unwind, like the circles that you [F#] find, in the windmills
[G#] of your mind.
[D] [G#]
[A] [A#]
Key:
F#
B
C#
Em
A
F#
B
C#
_ _ [E] _ _ _ _
[B] _ _ _ _ _ _
[A#] _ [G] _ _ [B] _ Round, _ _ _ _ like a circle in a spiral, like a wheel within a wheel, never ending [A#] or beginning,
[F#] on an ever spinning [B] reel, like a snowball down a mountain, or a carnival [Em] balloon, like
a carousel [A] that's turning, running rings around [D] the moon, like a clock whose hands are [E] sweeping,
_ past the minutes [C#] of its face, and the world is [F#m] like an apple, whirling silently [Bm] in space,
like the circles [F#] that you find, in the windmills [B] of your [Dm] mind, _ [D] _ _
[C#] _ _ [Dm] _ _ [B] _ _
[C#] _ _ _ _ _ _
[F#] _ _ _ _ _ _
[C#] _ [Fm] _ _ _ _ _
[C#] _ _ _ [F#] _ _ _
[Bm] _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ like a tunnel that you follow,
to a tunnel of its [Em] own, down a hollow to a [F#] cavern, where the sun has never [Bm] shone, _ like
a door that keeps [B] _ revolving, in a half forgotten [Em] dream, or the ripples from a [A] pebble, _ someone
tossed into [D] a stream, like a clock whose hands [G] are sweeping, past the minutes of its [C#] face,
and the world is like [F#] an apple, whirling silently in [Fm] space, like the circles that [F#] you find,
in the windmills [Bm] of your mind, _ _ _ _ _ keys that jingle in your pocket, world that jangles [Em] in your
head, why did summer [A] go so quickly, _ [A] was it something that I [D] said, _ lovers walk along the
shore, and leave their [G] footprints in the sand, is the sound of [C#] distant drumming, just the
fingers [F#m] of your hand, pictures hanging [B] on a hallway, or the fragments [Em] of a song, half
remembered names [A] and faces, but to whom do they [D] belong, _ when you knew that it was [G] over,
were you suddenly [C#] aware, _ that the [Em] autumn [F#] leaves were falling to the color of her [B] hair, like
a circle in a spiral, like a wheel within [Em] a wheel, never ending or [F#] beginning, on an
ever spinning _ [G#] reel, [F] as the images _ [Bm] unwind, like the circles that you [F#] find, in the windmills
[G#] of your mind.
[D] _ _ _ _ [G#] _ _
[A] _ _ _ [A#] _ _ _
[B] _ _ _ _ _ _
[A#] _ [G] _ _ [B] _ Round, _ _ _ _ like a circle in a spiral, like a wheel within a wheel, never ending [A#] or beginning,
[F#] on an ever spinning [B] reel, like a snowball down a mountain, or a carnival [Em] balloon, like
a carousel [A] that's turning, running rings around [D] the moon, like a clock whose hands are [E] sweeping,
_ past the minutes [C#] of its face, and the world is [F#m] like an apple, whirling silently [Bm] in space,
like the circles [F#] that you find, in the windmills [B] of your [Dm] mind, _ [D] _ _
[C#] _ _ [Dm] _ _ [B] _ _
[C#] _ _ _ _ _ _
[F#] _ _ _ _ _ _
[C#] _ [Fm] _ _ _ _ _
[C#] _ _ _ [F#] _ _ _
[Bm] _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ like a tunnel that you follow,
to a tunnel of its [Em] own, down a hollow to a [F#] cavern, where the sun has never [Bm] shone, _ like
a door that keeps [B] _ revolving, in a half forgotten [Em] dream, or the ripples from a [A] pebble, _ someone
tossed into [D] a stream, like a clock whose hands [G] are sweeping, past the minutes of its [C#] face,
and the world is like [F#] an apple, whirling silently in [Fm] space, like the circles that [F#] you find,
in the windmills [Bm] of your mind, _ _ _ _ _ keys that jingle in your pocket, world that jangles [Em] in your
head, why did summer [A] go so quickly, _ [A] was it something that I [D] said, _ lovers walk along the
shore, and leave their [G] footprints in the sand, is the sound of [C#] distant drumming, just the
fingers [F#m] of your hand, pictures hanging [B] on a hallway, or the fragments [Em] of a song, half
remembered names [A] and faces, but to whom do they [D] belong, _ when you knew that it was [G] over,
were you suddenly [C#] aware, _ that the [Em] autumn [F#] leaves were falling to the color of her [B] hair, like
a circle in a spiral, like a wheel within [Em] a wheel, never ending or [F#] beginning, on an
ever spinning _ [G#] reel, [F] as the images _ [Bm] unwind, like the circles that you [F#] find, in the windmills
[G#] of your mind.
[D] _ _ _ _ [G#] _ _
[A] _ _ _ [A#] _ _ _
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