The Windmills Of Your Mind
Jimmie Rodgers Lyrics


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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!

Overall Meaning

The Windmills Of Your Mind by Jimmie Rodgers is a poetic and introspective song that uses vivid imagery to describe the cyclical nature of life and the mind. The first stanza describes the circular and never-ending nature of life, comparing it to a snowball, carnival balloon, and carousel that keep spinning without pause. The second stanza describes the mind as a series of interconnected tunnels, revolving doors, and ripples that lead to fragments of memory and forgotten dreams. The final stanza shifts to reflect on the passage of time, with references to jingling keys, fading summers, and distant drumming as a metaphor for the drumming of the heart.


Line by Line Meaning

Round like a circle in a spiral, like a wheel within a wheel
Life is like a series of interconnected events that seem to spin endlessly, like a wheel within a wheel.


Never ending or beginning on an ever spinning reel
The cycle of life never truly ends or begins, it just continues on a constantly turning reel.


Like a snowball down a mountain, or a carnival balloon
Life can feel like a wild ride, with events and experiences that build on each other and grow rapidly like a snowball or a balloon.


Like a carousel that's turning running rings around the moon
Life can seem like a never-ending cycle, like a carousel that keeps turning and never stops, even running rings around the moon.


Like a clock whose hands are sweeping past the minutes of its face
Time keeps moving forward, relentlessly ticking away, much like the hands of a clock sweeping past the minutes of its face.


And the world is like an apple whirling silently in space
The world can feel like a small, spinning object in the vastness of space, endlessly twirling in its own orbit.


Like the circles that you find in the windmills of your mind!
Thoughts and memories can be like a set of spinning circles, all connected and interlaced with one another in the mind.


Like a tunnel that you follow to a tunnel of its own
Life can be like a series of tunnels, where one leads to another, and each one seems to go deeper and further than the last.


Down a hollow to a cavern where the sun has never shone
Some parts of life can be dark and unexplored, like a cavern where the sun has never shone, waiting to be discovered.


Like a door that keeps revolving in a half forgotten dream
Some memories and experiences can feel like a half-forgotten dream, with a door that keeps revolving and leading to new places.


Or the ripples from a pebble someone tosses in a stream
Small actions or events in life can have ripple effects that grow and spread, much like the ripples from a pebble tossed in a stream.


Keys that jingle in your pocket, words that jangle in your head
Life is full of noises and distractions, from the keys that jingle in your pocket to the words that jangle in your head.


Why did summer go so quickly, was it something that you said?
Time can seem to fly by, leaving us wondering where it all went and questioning the choices we made that led to this moment.


Lovers walking along a shore and leave their footprints in the sand
Love can be fleeting but leave lasting impressions, much like lovers walking along a shore and leaving their footprints in the sand.


Is the sound of distant drumming just the fingers of your hand?
The world can be full of illusions, where something that seems grand or powerful is actually just a small thing, like the distant sound of drumming being caused by the fingers of your hand.


Pictures hanging in a hallway and the fragment of a song
Life can be filled with memories, from the pictures that hang in a hallway to the fragments of songs that trigger specific moments in time.


Half remembered names and faces, but to whom do they belong?
Memories can be fleeting, leaving us grasping for the details of half-remembered names and faces, unsure of their significance or meaning.


When you knew that it was over you were suddenly aware
Sometimes it takes a sudden jolt to make us aware of what has been happening, like the moment you realize a relationship is over.


That the autumn leaves were turning to the color of her hair!
Even in the midst of sorrow or change, beauty can still be found, like when the autumn leaves turn to a color that reminds you of someone special.


As the images unwind, like the circles that you find
As life goes on and memories and events begin to fade into the past, it can feel like a series of unwinding circles, all interconnected and leading to one another.


In the windmills of your mind!
All of these thoughts and experiences can swirl and spin like the blades of a windmill, all connected and never-ending.




Lyrics © BMG Rights Management, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Written by: Marilyn Bergman, Michel Legrand, Alan Bergman

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Comments from YouTube:

Toni Mud

Walking down memory lane tonight. RIP Sir.

Bob W

I have the LP. Jimmie did a nice job on this song.

The Greater Bilby

This brings back so many childhood memories ... R.I.P. Jimmie Rodgers.

CemCem Raikko

He had such a beautiful voice. RIP

Fuck-A-Doodle-Do!

Thx for posting this

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