Chords for Tom Jones - The Windmills Of Your Mind - Live @ Shepherd's Bush Empire London
Tempo:
82.025 bpm
Chords used:
C
Fm
G
Bbm
Eb
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
Start Jamming...
[Fm]
Brown like a circle in a spiral, like a wheel within [C] a wheel.
Never ending or beginning on an ever [Fm] spinning reel.
Like a snowball down a [F] mountain or a [Bbm] carnival balloon.
Like a carousel [Eb] that's turning, running rings [Ab] around the moon.
Like a clock whose [Db] hands are sweeping past the [G] minutes of its face.
And the world is [C] like an apple whirling [B] silently in space.
Like the circles [C] that you find in the [Fm] windmills of your mind.
Like a tunnel that you follow to a tunnel [C] of its own.
Down a hollow to a cavern where the sun [Fm] has never shone.
Like a door that keeps revolving in a [Bbm] half forgotten dream.
All the ripples [Eb] from a pebble someone [Ab] tosses in the stream.
Like a clock [Db] whose hands are sweeping past the [G] minutes of its face.
And the [C] world is like an apple whirling [B] silently in space.
Like the [C] circles that you find in the [Fm] windmills of your mind.
Tears that jingle in your pocket, [F] words that jangle in [Bbm] your head.
Why did summer go [Eb] so quickly?
Was it something [Ab] that you said?
Lovers walk along the shore and leave their footprints [Db] in the sand.
Is it sound of distant drumming, [G] just the fingers [Cm] of your hand?
Pictures hanging in [F] the hall and a fragment [Bbm] of a song.
Half remembered names [Eb] and faces, but to whom do [Ab] they belong?
When you knew that it [Db] was over, were you suddenly [G] aware?
That the [C] autumn leaves were turning to the [Fm] color of her hair.
Like a circle in a spiral, like a wheel [C] within a wheel.
Never ending or beginning on an ever [E] spinning reel.
[G] As [Bm] the [G] images unwind, like the [C] circles that you find.
In the [Fm] windmills of your mind.
Thank you.
[G] Thank you very much.
Brown like a circle in a spiral, like a wheel within [C] a wheel.
Never ending or beginning on an ever [Fm] spinning reel.
Like a snowball down a [F] mountain or a [Bbm] carnival balloon.
Like a carousel [Eb] that's turning, running rings [Ab] around the moon.
Like a clock whose [Db] hands are sweeping past the [G] minutes of its face.
And the world is [C] like an apple whirling [B] silently in space.
Like the circles [C] that you find in the [Fm] windmills of your mind.
Like a tunnel that you follow to a tunnel [C] of its own.
Down a hollow to a cavern where the sun [Fm] has never shone.
Like a door that keeps revolving in a [Bbm] half forgotten dream.
All the ripples [Eb] from a pebble someone [Ab] tosses in the stream.
Like a clock [Db] whose hands are sweeping past the [G] minutes of its face.
And the [C] world is like an apple whirling [B] silently in space.
Like the [C] circles that you find in the [Fm] windmills of your mind.
Tears that jingle in your pocket, [F] words that jangle in [Bbm] your head.
Why did summer go [Eb] so quickly?
Was it something [Ab] that you said?
Lovers walk along the shore and leave their footprints [Db] in the sand.
Is it sound of distant drumming, [G] just the fingers [Cm] of your hand?
Pictures hanging in [F] the hall and a fragment [Bbm] of a song.
Half remembered names [Eb] and faces, but to whom do [Ab] they belong?
When you knew that it [Db] was over, were you suddenly [G] aware?
That the [C] autumn leaves were turning to the [Fm] color of her hair.
Like a circle in a spiral, like a wheel [C] within a wheel.
Never ending or beginning on an ever [E] spinning reel.
[G] As [Bm] the [G] images unwind, like the [C] circles that you find.
In the [Fm] windmills of your mind.
Thank you.
[G] Thank you very much.
Key:
C
Fm
G
Bbm
Eb
C
Fm
G
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_ [Fm] _ _ _ _ _
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Brown like a circle in a spiral, like a wheel within [C] a wheel.
_ Never ending or beginning on an ever [Fm] spinning reel. _ _
Like a snowball down a [F] mountain or a [Bbm] carnival balloon.
_ Like a carousel [Eb] that's turning, running rings [Ab] around the moon. _
Like a clock whose [Db] hands are sweeping past the [G] minutes of its face.
_ And the world is [C] like an apple whirling [B] silently in space.
Like the circles [C] that you find _ in the [Fm] windmills of your mind.
_ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ Like a tunnel that you follow to a tunnel [C] of its own. _ _
Down a hollow to a cavern where the sun [Fm] has never shone.
_ Like a door that keeps revolving in a [Bbm] half forgotten dream.
All the ripples [Eb] from a pebble someone [Ab] tosses in the stream.
_ Like a clock [Db] whose hands are sweeping past the [G] minutes of its face. _
And the [C] world is like an apple whirling [B] silently in space.
_ Like the [C] circles that you find in the [Fm] windmills of your mind. _ _ _ _
_ _ _ Tears that jingle in your pocket, [F] words that jangle in [Bbm] your head. _ _
Why did summer go [Eb] so quickly?
Was it something [Ab] that you said?
_ Lovers walk along the shore and leave their footprints [Db] in the sand.
Is it sound of distant drumming, [G] just the fingers [Cm] of your hand?
Pictures hanging in [F] the hall and a fragment [Bbm] of a song. _
Half remembered names [Eb] and faces, but to whom do [Ab] they belong?
_ _ When you knew that it [Db] was over, were you suddenly [G] aware? _ _
That the [C] autumn leaves were turning to the [Fm] color of her hair. _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _
Like a circle in a spiral, like a wheel [C] within a wheel.
_ _ Never ending or beginning on an ever [E] spinning reel.
[G] _ As [Bm] the [G] images unwind, _ _ like the [C] circles that you find.
In the [Fm] windmills of your mind. _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _
_ Thank you.
[G] _ Thank you very much.
_ [Fm] _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _
Brown like a circle in a spiral, like a wheel within [C] a wheel.
_ Never ending or beginning on an ever [Fm] spinning reel. _ _
Like a snowball down a [F] mountain or a [Bbm] carnival balloon.
_ Like a carousel [Eb] that's turning, running rings [Ab] around the moon. _
Like a clock whose [Db] hands are sweeping past the [G] minutes of its face.
_ And the world is [C] like an apple whirling [B] silently in space.
Like the circles [C] that you find _ in the [Fm] windmills of your mind.
_ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ Like a tunnel that you follow to a tunnel [C] of its own. _ _
Down a hollow to a cavern where the sun [Fm] has never shone.
_ Like a door that keeps revolving in a [Bbm] half forgotten dream.
All the ripples [Eb] from a pebble someone [Ab] tosses in the stream.
_ Like a clock [Db] whose hands are sweeping past the [G] minutes of its face. _
And the [C] world is like an apple whirling [B] silently in space.
_ Like the [C] circles that you find in the [Fm] windmills of your mind. _ _ _ _
_ _ _ Tears that jingle in your pocket, [F] words that jangle in [Bbm] your head. _ _
Why did summer go [Eb] so quickly?
Was it something [Ab] that you said?
_ Lovers walk along the shore and leave their footprints [Db] in the sand.
Is it sound of distant drumming, [G] just the fingers [Cm] of your hand?
Pictures hanging in [F] the hall and a fragment [Bbm] of a song. _
Half remembered names [Eb] and faces, but to whom do [Ab] they belong?
_ _ When you knew that it [Db] was over, were you suddenly [G] aware? _ _
That the [C] autumn leaves were turning to the [Fm] color of her hair. _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _
Like a circle in a spiral, like a wheel [C] within a wheel.
_ _ Never ending or beginning on an ever [E] spinning reel.
[G] _ As [Bm] the [G] images unwind, _ _ like the [C] circles that you find.
In the [Fm] windmills of your mind. _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _
_ Thank you.
[G] _ Thank you very much.