Les Moulins De Mon Coeur
Toots Thielemans 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 lyrics to Toots Thielemans's song "Les Moulins De Mon Coeur" are a beautiful and introspective exploration of the mind's endless spinning and circling of memories, thoughts, and emotions. The imagery used throughout the song, such as comparing the mind to a never-ending spiral or a carousel running rings around the moon, perfectly captures the ceaseless nature of our internal experiences. The verses also touch on themes of time's passing and the bittersweet nature of nostalgia, with lines like "Why did summer go so quickly, was it something that you said?" and "When you knew that it was over you were suddenly aware that the autumn leaves were turning to the color of her hair." The chorus, with its repeating phrase "Like the circles that you find in the windmills of your mind," serves as a poignant reminder of the cycles and patterns that shape our inner lives.


Overall, "Les Moulins De Mon Coeur" is a haunting and evocative song that invites listeners to reflect on the intricate workings of their own minds and the memories and emotions that shape their experiences.


Line by Line Meaning

Round like a circle in a spiral, like a wheel within a wheel
Life can often feel cyclical and repetitive, as if we're stuck in a loop with no clear beginning or end.


Never ending or beginning on an ever spinning reel
This cycle seems to keep going, with no pause or break to allow us to catch our breath.


Like a snowball down a mountain, or a carnival balloon
This cycle can feel unstoppable, like a snowball rolling down a hill or a balloon carried away by the wind.


Like a carousel that's turning running rings around the moon
The cycle may be dizzying, like a carousel that seems to spin in never-ending circles around the moon.


Like a clock whose hands are sweeping past the minutes of its face
Time moves relentlessly forward, like the hands of a clock ticking past each minute.


And the world is like an apple whirling silently in space
We are all small parts of a larger world that is constantly in motion, like an apple spinning through space.


Like the circles that you find in the windmills of your mind!
These cycles can also exist within our own thoughts, like the patterns we see in the blades of a windmill.


Like a tunnel that you follow to a tunnel of its own
Our thoughts can lead us down unexpected paths, like a tunnel that seems to lead to another tunnel.


Down a hollow to a cavern where the sun has never shone
Sometimes these paths can be dark and unknown, leading us to places we've never been before.


Like a door that keeps revolving in a half forgotten dream
Our memories can be hazy and confusing, like trying to remember a dream where a door kept spinning in circles.


Or the ripples from a pebble someone tosses in a stream
Our actions can have consequences that ripple outwards, like the ripples that spread from a pebble thrown into a stream.


Keys that jingle in your pocket, words that jangle in your head
Our everyday experiences can be noisy and distracting, with jingling keys and jangling thoughts vying for our attention.


Why did summer go so quickly, was it something that you said?
Sometimes it feels like time moves too fast, and we wonder if we could have done anything differently to slow it down.


Lovers walking along a shore and leave their footprints in the sand
Love can create lasting memories, like the footprints left in the sand by lovers walking along the shore.


Is the sound of distant drumming just the fingers of your hand?
Our thoughts can sometimes play tricks on us, making us hear things that aren't really there.


Pictures hanging in a hallway and the fragment of a song
Our memories can be triggered by even the smallest things, like a picture or a snippet of a familiar tune.


Half remembered names and faces, but to whom do they belong?
Our memories can be incomplete and disjointed, leaving us wondering about the people and places we once knew.


When you knew that it was over you were suddenly aware
Sometimes endings can sneak up on us, leaving us feeling blindsided and unsure of what to do next.


That the autumn leaves were turning to the color of her hair!
Even the natural cycles of the world can remind us of lost love and bittersweet memories.


As the images unwind, like the circles that you find
As we reflect on our lives and memories, we may start to see patterns and cycles unfolding before us.


In the windmills of your mind!
But ultimately, these patterns exist in our own thoughts, like the windmills turning in our minds.




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

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