Chords for The Windmills Of Your Mind - Noel Harrison - Acoustic Guitar Lesson
Tempo:
111.45 bpm
Chords used:
Em
B
Am
G
D
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
Start Jamming...
[Em]
[B]
[Em] [E]
[Am] [D]
[G] [Em]
[Am] [B]
[A#] [B]
[Em]
[B] [G]
[Em] Round, like a circle in a spiral, like a wheel [B] within a wheel, never ending or beginning,
or never [Em] spinning real.
Like a snowball [E] down a mountain, or [Am] a carnival balloon, like a
[D] carousel that's turning, running [G] rings around the moon, like a clock whose [Em] hands are sweeping
past the [D] minutes of [Am] its face.
And the [B] world is like an apple, whirling [Em] silently in space,
like the circles [B] that you find in the [Em] windmills of your mind, like a tunnel that you follow
to a tunnel of [B] its own, down a hollow to a cabin where the sun [Em] has never shone, like
a door [E] that keeps revolving in a half [Am]-forgotten dream, or the ripples [D] from a pedal someone
[G] tosses in a stream, like a clock [Em] whose hands are sweeping past the minutes [Am] of its face.
And the world is [B] like an apple, whirling silently [Em] in space, like the circles [B] that you find in
the [Em] windmills of your mind.
Ears that jingle in your pocket, words that jangle [Am] in your
head.
Why did summer [D] go so quickly?
Was it something [G] that you said?
Lovers walk along
the shore and leave their footprints [C] in the sand.
Is the sound of [F#] distant drumming just
the fingers [Bm] of your hands?
Pictures [E] hanging in the hallway, and the fragment [Am] of a song,
half-remembered [D] names and faces, but to whom do they [G] belong?
When you knew that it [Em] was
over, you were suddenly [Am] aware that the [B] autumn leaves were turning to the colour [Em] of her hair.
The circle in a spiral, a wheel within [B] a wheel, never-ending or beginning, on an [Em] ever-spinning
reel, and the images [C#] unwind, like the circles [B] that you find in the [Em] windmills of your mind.
[G]
[Em]
[B]
[Em]
[E]
[Am]
[G]
[C]
[Am]
[B]
[Em]
[B]
[Em]
[Em] [E]
[Am] [D]
[G] [Em]
[B]
[Em] [E]
[Am] [D]
[G] [Em]
[Am] [B]
[A#] [B]
[Em]
[B] [G]
[Em] Round, like a circle in a spiral, like a wheel [B] within a wheel, never ending or beginning,
or never [Em] spinning real.
Like a snowball [E] down a mountain, or [Am] a carnival balloon, like a
[D] carousel that's turning, running [G] rings around the moon, like a clock whose [Em] hands are sweeping
past the [D] minutes of [Am] its face.
And the [B] world is like an apple, whirling [Em] silently in space,
like the circles [B] that you find in the [Em] windmills of your mind, like a tunnel that you follow
to a tunnel of [B] its own, down a hollow to a cabin where the sun [Em] has never shone, like
a door [E] that keeps revolving in a half [Am]-forgotten dream, or the ripples [D] from a pedal someone
[G] tosses in a stream, like a clock [Em] whose hands are sweeping past the minutes [Am] of its face.
And the world is [B] like an apple, whirling silently [Em] in space, like the circles [B] that you find in
the [Em] windmills of your mind.
Ears that jingle in your pocket, words that jangle [Am] in your
head.
Why did summer [D] go so quickly?
Was it something [G] that you said?
Lovers walk along
the shore and leave their footprints [C] in the sand.
Is the sound of [F#] distant drumming just
the fingers [Bm] of your hands?
Pictures [E] hanging in the hallway, and the fragment [Am] of a song,
half-remembered [D] names and faces, but to whom do they [G] belong?
When you knew that it [Em] was
over, you were suddenly [Am] aware that the [B] autumn leaves were turning to the colour [Em] of her hair.
The circle in a spiral, a wheel within [B] a wheel, never-ending or beginning, on an [Em] ever-spinning
reel, and the images [C#] unwind, like the circles [B] that you find in the [Em] windmills of your mind.
[G]
[Em]
[B]
[Em]
[E]
[Am]
[G]
[C]
[Am]
[B]
[Em]
[B]
[Em]
[Em] [E]
[Am] [D]
[G] [Em]
Key:
Em
B
Am
G
D
Em
B
Am
[Em] _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ [B] _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ [Em] _ _ _ _ [E] _ _ _
_ [Am] _ _ _ _ [D] _ _ _
[G] _ _ _ _ [Em] _ _ _ _
[Am] _ _ _ _ [B] _ _ _ _
[A#] _ _ _ _ [B] _ _ _ _
[Em] _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
[B] _ _ _ _ _ _ _ [G] _
_ _ _ _ _ [Em] _ Round, like a circle in a spiral, like a wheel [B] within a wheel, never ending or beginning,
or never [Em] spinning real.
Like a snowball [E] down a mountain, or [Am] a carnival balloon, like a
[D] carousel that's turning, running [G] rings around the moon, like a clock whose [Em] hands are sweeping
past the [D] minutes of [Am] its face.
And the [B] world is like an apple, whirling [Em] silently in space,
like the circles [B] that you find in the [Em] windmills of your mind, like a tunnel that you follow
to a tunnel of [B] its own, down a hollow to a cabin where the sun [Em] has never shone, like
a door [E] that keeps revolving in a half [Am]-forgotten dream, or the ripples [D] from a pedal someone
[G] tosses in a stream, like a clock [Em] whose hands are sweeping past the minutes [Am] of its face.
And the world is [B] like an apple, whirling silently [Em] in space, like the circles [B] that you find in
the [Em] windmills of your mind.
Ears that jingle in your pocket, words that jangle [Am] in your
head.
Why did summer [D] go so quickly?
Was it something [G] that you said?
Lovers walk along
the shore and leave their footprints [C] in the sand.
Is the sound of [F#] distant drumming just
the fingers [Bm] of your hands?
Pictures [E] hanging in the hallway, and the fragment [Am] of a song,
half-remembered [D] names and faces, but to whom do they [G] belong?
When you knew that it [Em] was
over, you were suddenly [Am] aware _ that the [B] autumn leaves were turning to the colour [Em] of her hair.
_ The circle in a spiral, a wheel within [B] a wheel, never-ending or beginning, on an [Em] ever-spinning
reel, and the images [C#] unwind, like the circles [B] that you find in the [Em] windmills of your mind.
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ [G] _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ [Em] _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ [B] _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ [Em] _ _
_ _ _ _ _ [E] _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ [Am] _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ [G] _ _ _ _
_ _ _ [C] _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ [Am] _ _ _ _ _
_ _ [B] _ _ _ _ _ _
_ [Em] _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ [B] _ _ _ _ _ _
_ [Em] _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ [Em] _ _ _ _ [E] _ _ _
_ [Am] _ _ _ _ [D] _ _ _
_ [G] _ _ _ _ [Em] _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ [B] _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ [Em] _ _ _ _ [E] _ _ _
_ [Am] _ _ _ _ [D] _ _ _
[G] _ _ _ _ [Em] _ _ _ _
[Am] _ _ _ _ [B] _ _ _ _
[A#] _ _ _ _ [B] _ _ _ _
[Em] _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
[B] _ _ _ _ _ _ _ [G] _
_ _ _ _ _ [Em] _ Round, like a circle in a spiral, like a wheel [B] within a wheel, never ending or beginning,
or never [Em] spinning real.
Like a snowball [E] down a mountain, or [Am] a carnival balloon, like a
[D] carousel that's turning, running [G] rings around the moon, like a clock whose [Em] hands are sweeping
past the [D] minutes of [Am] its face.
And the [B] world is like an apple, whirling [Em] silently in space,
like the circles [B] that you find in the [Em] windmills of your mind, like a tunnel that you follow
to a tunnel of [B] its own, down a hollow to a cabin where the sun [Em] has never shone, like
a door [E] that keeps revolving in a half [Am]-forgotten dream, or the ripples [D] from a pedal someone
[G] tosses in a stream, like a clock [Em] whose hands are sweeping past the minutes [Am] of its face.
And the world is [B] like an apple, whirling silently [Em] in space, like the circles [B] that you find in
the [Em] windmills of your mind.
Ears that jingle in your pocket, words that jangle [Am] in your
head.
Why did summer [D] go so quickly?
Was it something [G] that you said?
Lovers walk along
the shore and leave their footprints [C] in the sand.
Is the sound of [F#] distant drumming just
the fingers [Bm] of your hands?
Pictures [E] hanging in the hallway, and the fragment [Am] of a song,
half-remembered [D] names and faces, but to whom do they [G] belong?
When you knew that it [Em] was
over, you were suddenly [Am] aware _ that the [B] autumn leaves were turning to the colour [Em] of her hair.
_ The circle in a spiral, a wheel within [B] a wheel, never-ending or beginning, on an [Em] ever-spinning
reel, and the images [C#] unwind, like the circles [B] that you find in the [Em] windmills of your mind.
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ [G] _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ [Em] _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ [B] _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ [Em] _ _
_ _ _ _ _ [E] _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ [Am] _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ [G] _ _ _ _
_ _ _ [C] _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ [Am] _ _ _ _ _
_ _ [B] _ _ _ _ _ _
_ [Em] _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ [B] _ _ _ _ _ _
_ [Em] _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ [Em] _ _ _ _ [E] _ _ _
_ [Am] _ _ _ _ [D] _ _ _
_ [G] _ _ _ _ [Em] _ _ _