Standard (EADGBE)

Round, like a circle in a spiral, like a wheel within a wheel

 Never ending or beginning, on an ever spinning wheel

 Like a snowball down a mountain or a carnaval balloon

 Like a carousell that's turning, running rings around the moon

 Like a clock whose hands are swee- ping past the minutes of its face

 And the world is like an apple whirling silently in space

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Like the circles that you find in the windmills of your mind

 Like a tunnel that you follow to a tunnel of its own

 Down a hollow to a cavern where the sun has never shone

 Like a door that keeps revolving in a half forgotten dream

 Or the ripples from a pebble someone tosses in a stream

 Like a clock whose hands are sweeping past the minutes of its face

 And the world is like an apple whirling silently in space

 Like the circles that you find in the windmills of your mind

 Keys that jingle in your pocket, words that jangle in your head

 Why did summer go so quickly, was it something that you said?

 Lovers walk along the shore and leave their footprints in the sand

 Is the sound of distant drumming just the fingers of your hand?

 Pictures hanging in a hallway and the fragment of a song

 Half remembered names and faces, but to whom do they belong?

 When you knew that it was over you were suddenly aware

 That the autumn leaves were turning to the color of his hair

 Like a circle in a spiral, like a wheel within a wheel

 Never ending or beginning, on an ever spinning wheel

 As the images unwind, like the circles that you find

 In the windmills of your mind