Windmills of Your Mind (Remastered Version) Chords
Tempo:
118 bpm
Chords used:
Eb
Ebm
Bb
Abm
Db
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
Start Jamming...
[Eb]
[Ebm]
[Eb]
Run like a circle in a spiral, like a wheel within a wheel,
never ending or beginning on an ever spinning reel.
[Ebm] Like a [Eb] snowball down a mountain or a carnival [Abm] balloon,
like a [Db] carousel that's turning, running rings around the [Gb] moon.
Like a clock that [B] stands a-sweeping past the minutes of its [F] face,
and the world is like [Bb] an apple whirling silently in [A] space.
Like the circles that you [Bb] find in the windmills of [Eb] your mind,
like a tunnel that you follow to a tunnel [Bb] of its own,
down a hollow to a cavern where the sun has [Ebm] never shone.
Like a door that [Eb] keeps revolving in a half [Abm]-forgotten dream,
or the ripples [Db] from a pebble someone tosses in [Gb] a stream.
Like a clock whose [B] hands are sweeping past the minutes of [F] its face,
and the world is [Bb] like an apple whirling silently [A] in space.
Like the circles [Bb] that you find in the windmills of your [Ebm] mind,
keys that jingle in your pocket, words that jangle in your [Abm] head.
Why did summer go [Db] so quickly?
Was it something that [Gb] you said?
Lovers walk along the shore and leave their footprints in [B] the sand.
Is the sound of [F] distant drumming just the fingers of your [Bbm] hand?
Pictures hanging in a [Eb] hallway and a fragment of a [Abm] song,
half-remembered names [Db] and faces, but to whom do they [Gb] belong?
When you knew [B] that it was over, you were suddenly [F] aware
that the autumn [Bb] leaves were turning to the colour of our [Ebm] hair.
A circle in a spiral, a wheel [Abm] within a wheel,
never ending or beginning [Bb] on an ever-spinning [Am] reel.
As the images [Ebm] unwind, like the circles [Bb] that you find
in the windmills of [Ebm] your mind.
[Eb]
[Ebm] [Eb]
[Ebm]
[Eb]
Run like a circle in a spiral, like a wheel within a wheel,
never ending or beginning on an ever spinning reel.
[Ebm] Like a [Eb] snowball down a mountain or a carnival [Abm] balloon,
like a [Db] carousel that's turning, running rings around the [Gb] moon.
Like a clock that [B] stands a-sweeping past the minutes of its [F] face,
and the world is like [Bb] an apple whirling silently in [A] space.
Like the circles that you [Bb] find in the windmills of [Eb] your mind,
like a tunnel that you follow to a tunnel [Bb] of its own,
down a hollow to a cavern where the sun has [Ebm] never shone.
Like a door that [Eb] keeps revolving in a half [Abm]-forgotten dream,
or the ripples [Db] from a pebble someone tosses in [Gb] a stream.
Like a clock whose [B] hands are sweeping past the minutes of [F] its face,
and the world is [Bb] like an apple whirling silently [A] in space.
Like the circles [Bb] that you find in the windmills of your [Ebm] mind,
keys that jingle in your pocket, words that jangle in your [Abm] head.
Why did summer go [Db] so quickly?
Was it something that [Gb] you said?
Lovers walk along the shore and leave their footprints in [B] the sand.
Is the sound of [F] distant drumming just the fingers of your [Bbm] hand?
Pictures hanging in a [Eb] hallway and a fragment of a [Abm] song,
half-remembered names [Db] and faces, but to whom do they [Gb] belong?
When you knew [B] that it was over, you were suddenly [F] aware
that the autumn [Bb] leaves were turning to the colour of our [Ebm] hair.
A circle in a spiral, a wheel [Abm] within a wheel,
never ending or beginning [Bb] on an ever-spinning [Am] reel.
As the images [Ebm] unwind, like the circles [Bb] that you find
in the windmills of [Ebm] your mind.
[Eb]
[Ebm] [Eb]
Key:
Eb
Ebm
Bb
Abm
Db
Eb
Ebm
Bb
_ _ _ _ _ _ [Eb] _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ [Ebm] _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ [Eb]
Run like a circle in a spiral, like a wheel within a wheel,
never ending or beginning on an ever spinning reel.
[Ebm] Like a [Eb] snowball down a mountain or a carnival [Abm] balloon,
like a [Db] carousel that's turning, running rings around the [Gb] moon.
Like a clock that [B] stands a-sweeping past the minutes of its [F] face,
and the world is like [Bb] an apple whirling silently in [A] space.
Like the circles that you [Bb] find in the windmills of [Eb] your mind,
like a tunnel that you follow to a tunnel [Bb] of its own,
down a hollow to a cavern where the sun has [Ebm] never shone.
Like a door that [Eb] keeps revolving in a half [Abm]-forgotten dream,
or the ripples [Db] from a pebble someone tosses in [Gb] a stream.
Like a clock whose [B] hands are sweeping past the minutes of [F] its face,
and the world is [Bb] like an apple whirling silently [A] in space.
Like the circles [Bb] that you find in the windmills of your [Ebm] mind,
keys that jingle in your pocket, words that jangle in your [Abm] head.
Why did summer go [Db] so quickly?
Was it something that [Gb] you said?
Lovers walk along the shore and leave their footprints in [B] the sand.
Is the sound of [F] distant drumming just the fingers of your [Bbm] hand?
Pictures hanging in a [Eb] hallway and a fragment of a [Abm] song,
half-remembered names [Db] and faces, but to whom do they [Gb] belong?
When you knew [B] that it was over, you were suddenly [F] aware
that the autumn [Bb] leaves were turning to the colour of our [Ebm] hair.
A circle in a spiral, a wheel [Abm] within a wheel,
never ending or beginning [Bb] on an ever-spinning [Am] reel.
As the images [Ebm] unwind, like the circles [Bb] that you find
in the windmills of [Ebm] your mind. _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ [Eb] _ _
[Ebm] _ _ _ [Eb] _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ [Ebm] _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ [Eb]
Run like a circle in a spiral, like a wheel within a wheel,
never ending or beginning on an ever spinning reel.
[Ebm] Like a [Eb] snowball down a mountain or a carnival [Abm] balloon,
like a [Db] carousel that's turning, running rings around the [Gb] moon.
Like a clock that [B] stands a-sweeping past the minutes of its [F] face,
and the world is like [Bb] an apple whirling silently in [A] space.
Like the circles that you [Bb] find in the windmills of [Eb] your mind,
like a tunnel that you follow to a tunnel [Bb] of its own,
down a hollow to a cavern where the sun has [Ebm] never shone.
Like a door that [Eb] keeps revolving in a half [Abm]-forgotten dream,
or the ripples [Db] from a pebble someone tosses in [Gb] a stream.
Like a clock whose [B] hands are sweeping past the minutes of [F] its face,
and the world is [Bb] like an apple whirling silently [A] in space.
Like the circles [Bb] that you find in the windmills of your [Ebm] mind,
keys that jingle in your pocket, words that jangle in your [Abm] head.
Why did summer go [Db] so quickly?
Was it something that [Gb] you said?
Lovers walk along the shore and leave their footprints in [B] the sand.
Is the sound of [F] distant drumming just the fingers of your [Bbm] hand?
Pictures hanging in a [Eb] hallway and a fragment of a [Abm] song,
half-remembered names [Db] and faces, but to whom do they [Gb] belong?
When you knew [B] that it was over, you were suddenly [F] aware
that the autumn [Bb] leaves were turning to the colour of our [Ebm] hair.
A circle in a spiral, a wheel [Abm] within a wheel,
never ending or beginning [Bb] on an ever-spinning [Am] reel.
As the images [Ebm] unwind, like the circles [Bb] that you find
in the windmills of [Ebm] your mind. _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ [Eb] _ _
[Ebm] _ _ _ [Eb] _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _