Windmills of Your Mind
101 Strings Orchestra Lyrics
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Never ending or beginning on an ever spinning reel
Like a snowball down a mountain, or a carnival balloon
Like a carousel that's turning running rings around the moon
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!
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 walking along a 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 her hair!
Like a circle in a spiral, like a wheel within a wheel
Never ending or beginning on an ever spinning reel
As the images unwind, like the circles that you find
In the windmills of your mind!
The Windmills of Your Mind is a song written by Alan and Marilyn Bergman with music by Michel Legrand. This song is a popular classic and has been covered by many artists for years, including 101 Strings Orchestra. The song talks about the circular and endless nature of life, and how the mind can wind itself up in different circles that keep spinning around.
The first verse of the song creates an image of a never-ending cycle, where everything is continuously moving in a circular motion, and you cannot find a start or end to it. The second verse takes the metaphor of a circular movement to another level with the image of a tunnel that takes you to another tunnel or a door that keeps revolving. The song also touches on the theme of memory with the line "half-remembered names and faces, but to whom do they belong?"
The final verse of the song talks about the fading of a summer love, and how the circular nature of life is always present, just like the changing colors of the autumn leaves that remind you of a lost love. The Windmills of Your Mind beautifully captures that the mind is capable of making different connections, just like how the windmills are connected and keep spinning in different directions.
Line by Line Meaning
Round like a circle in a spiral, like a wheel within a wheel
Life is complex, just like a circle in a spiral or a wheel within a wheel.
Never ending or beginning on an ever spinning reel
Life is a continuous cycle with no clear starting or ending point, constantly spinning like a reel.
Like a snowball down a mountain, or a carnival balloon
Life is unpredictable and can go either way, for better or worse, like a snowball rolling down a mountain or a carnival balloon floating in the air.
Like a carousel that's turning running rings around the moon
Life can be like a carousel that keeps turning, running circles around something unobtainable like the moon.
Like a clock whose hands are sweeping past the minutes of its face
Time keeps passing by, like the hands of a clock sweeping past the minutes on its face.
And the world is like an apple whirling silently in space
The world is like a vast and mysterious place, always moving silently like an apple turning in space.
Like the circles that you find in the windmills of your mind!
Life's mysteries can be found in the intricate circles of our thoughts and beliefs, just like the ones in the windmills of our mind.
Like a tunnel that you follow to a tunnel of its own
Life is like a journey with many paths and tunnels, and sometimes we end up following one tunnel only to end up in another.
Down a hollow to a cavern where the sun has never shone
Sometimes we venture into dark and uncharted territories where there is no light or warmth, like a cavern where the sun has never shone.
Like a door that keeps revolving in a half forgotten dream
Some memories are like doors that keep revolving in our minds, always present but half-forgotten like a dream.
Or the ripples from a pebble someone tosses in a stream
Small actions can have profound and far-reaching consequences, just like the ripples from a pebble tossed in a stream.
Keys that jingle in your pocket, words that jangle in your head
Life can be noisy and chaotic, with the constant jingle of keys in our pockets and the jangling of words in our heads.
Lovers walking along a shore and leave their footprints in the sand
Love is a fleeting but beautiful thing, leaving its mark on our hearts and memories like footprints on a sandy shore.
Is the sound of distant drumming just the fingers of your hand?
There are times when reality and perception can blur, and we can question if what we hear or see is real or imagined.
Pictures hanging in a hallway and the fragment of a song
Memories are like pictures hanging in a hallway, and sometimes a fragment of a song or a memory can transport us to a different time and place.
Half remembered names and faces, but to whom do they belong?
Memories can be fleeting, and sometimes we struggle to recall the names and faces of people from our past.
When you knew that it was over you were suddenly aware
When something comes to an end, we become acutely aware of its passing and the finality of it all.
That the autumn leaves were turning to the color of her hair!
The vividness of certain moments can stick with us, like the sight of autumn leaves turning the same color as someone's hair.
As the images unwind, like the circles that you find
As life unfolds, it can feel like a series of interlocking circles, with each one revealing new images and experiences.
In the windmills of your mind!
Life is full of wonder and mystery, and we must navigate the intricate and delicate workings of our own minds to uncover it all.
Lyrics © BMG Rights Management, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Written by: Marilyn Bergman, Michel Legrand, Alan Bergman
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Round like a circle in a spiral, like a wheel within a wheel
Never ending or beginning on an ever spinning reel
Like a snowball down a mountain, or a carnival balloon
Like a carousel that's turning running rings around the moon
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!
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 walking along a 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 her hair!
Like a circle in a spiral, like a wheel within a wheel
Never ending or beginning on an ever spinning reel
As the images unwind, like the circles that you find
In the windmills of your mind!
Written by: Marilyn Bergman, Michel Legrand, Alan Bergman
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