Chords for Rona Kenan - The Windmills of Your Mind
Tempo:
79.65 bpm
Chords used:
F#
C#
Bm
Em
B
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
Start Jamming...
[E] [A#] [B]
Round, like a circle in a spiral, like a wheel within [G] a wheel,
never ending or beginning [F#] on an ever spinning [B] reel,
like a snowball down a mountain or a [Em] carnival balloon,
like a [A] carousel that's turning, running rings [D] around the moon,
like a clock whose [E] hands are 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 that [F#] you find in the [G#] windmills of your mind,
[C#]
[C] [C#] [F#]
[C#] [Fm] [C#]
[F#] [Bm]
like a tunnel that you follow to a tunnel of [Em] its own,
down a hollow [F#] to a cavern where the sun has [Bm] never shone,
like a door that [B] keeps revolving in a half [Em] forgotten dream,
or the ripples [A] from a pebble someone tossed [D] into a stream,
like a clock whose [G] hands are sweeping past the minutes of [C#] its face,
and the world is [F#] like an apple, whirling silently [Fm] in 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, was it something that [D] I 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 [A] names and faces, but to whom do they [D] belong,
when you knew that it [G] was over, [Bm] were you suddenly [C#] aware,
that the autumn [F#] leaves were falling to the color [B] of her hair,
like a circle in a spiral, like a wheel [Em] within a wheel,
never ending [F#] or beginning, on an ever [G#] spinning reel,
[F] as the [Bm] images unwind, like the circles [F#] that you find,
in the [G#] windmills of your mind.
[Dm] [C#] [A]
Round, like a circle in a spiral, like a wheel within [G] a wheel,
never ending or beginning [F#] on an ever spinning [B] reel,
like a snowball down a mountain or a [Em] carnival balloon,
like a [A] carousel that's turning, running rings [D] around the moon,
like a clock whose [E] hands are 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 that [F#] you find in the [G#] windmills of your mind,
[C#]
[C] [C#] [F#]
[C#] [Fm] [C#]
[F#] [Bm]
like a tunnel that you follow to a tunnel of [Em] its own,
down a hollow [F#] to a cavern where the sun has [Bm] never shone,
like a door that [B] keeps revolving in a half [Em] forgotten dream,
or the ripples [A] from a pebble someone tossed [D] into a stream,
like a clock whose [G] hands are sweeping past the minutes of [C#] its face,
and the world is [F#] like an apple, whirling silently [Fm] in 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, was it something that [D] I 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 [A] names and faces, but to whom do they [D] belong,
when you knew that it [G] was over, [Bm] were you suddenly [C#] aware,
that the autumn [F#] leaves were falling to the color [B] of her hair,
like a circle in a spiral, like a wheel [Em] within a wheel,
never ending [F#] or beginning, on an ever [G#] spinning reel,
[F] as the [Bm] images unwind, like the circles [F#] that you find,
in the [G#] windmills of your mind.
[Dm] [C#] [A]
Key:
F#
C#
Bm
Em
B
F#
C#
Bm
_ [E] _ _ [A#] _ [B] _ _ _ _
_ Round, _ _ _ like a circle in a spiral, like a wheel within [G] a wheel,
never ending or beginning [F#] on an ever spinning [B] reel,
like a snowball down a mountain or a [Em] carnival balloon,
like a [A] carousel that's turning, running rings [D] around the moon,
like a clock whose [E] hands are 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 that [F#] you find in the [G#] windmills of your mind,
_ [C#] _
_ _ _ [C] _ [C#] _ _ _ [F#] _
_ _ _ [C#] _ [Fm] _ _ _ [C#] _
_ [F#] _ _ [Bm] _ _ _ _ _
like a tunnel that you follow to a tunnel of [Em] its own,
down a hollow [F#] to a cavern where the sun has [Bm] never shone,
like a door that [B] keeps revolving in a half [Em] forgotten dream,
or the ripples [A] from a pebble someone tossed [D] into a stream,
like a clock whose [G] hands are sweeping past the minutes of [C#] its face,
and the world is [F#] like an apple, whirling silently [Fm] in 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, was it something that [D] I 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 [A] names and faces, but to whom do they [D] belong,
when you knew that it [G] was over, [Bm] were you suddenly [C#] aware,
that the autumn [F#] leaves were falling to the color [B] of her hair,
like a circle in a spiral, like a wheel [Em] within a wheel,
never ending [F#] or beginning, on an ever [G#] spinning reel,
[F] as the [Bm] images unwind, like the circles [F#] that you find,
in the [G#] windmills of your mind.
[Dm] _ [C#] _ _ [A] _ _
_ Round, _ _ _ like a circle in a spiral, like a wheel within [G] a wheel,
never ending or beginning [F#] on an ever spinning [B] reel,
like a snowball down a mountain or a [Em] carnival balloon,
like a [A] carousel that's turning, running rings [D] around the moon,
like a clock whose [E] hands are 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 that [F#] you find in the [G#] windmills of your mind,
_ [C#] _
_ _ _ [C] _ [C#] _ _ _ [F#] _
_ _ _ [C#] _ [Fm] _ _ _ [C#] _
_ [F#] _ _ [Bm] _ _ _ _ _
like a tunnel that you follow to a tunnel of [Em] its own,
down a hollow [F#] to a cavern where the sun has [Bm] never shone,
like a door that [B] keeps revolving in a half [Em] forgotten dream,
or the ripples [A] from a pebble someone tossed [D] into a stream,
like a clock whose [G] hands are sweeping past the minutes of [C#] its face,
and the world is [F#] like an apple, whirling silently [Fm] in 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, was it something that [D] I 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 [A] names and faces, but to whom do they [D] belong,
when you knew that it [G] was over, [Bm] were you suddenly [C#] aware,
that the autumn [F#] leaves were falling to the color [B] of her hair,
like a circle in a spiral, like a wheel [Em] within a wheel,
never ending [F#] or beginning, on an ever [G#] spinning reel,
[F] as the [Bm] images unwind, like the circles [F#] that you find,
in the [G#] windmills of your mind.
[Dm] _ [C#] _ _ [A] _ _