[00:00.000] 作词 : Alan Bergman/Marilyn Bergman/Michel Legrand
[00:01.000] 作曲 : Alan Bergman/Marilyn Bergman/Michel Legrand
[00:15.089]Round like a circle in a spiral, like a wheel within a wheel
[00:23.790]Never ending or beginning on an ever spinning reel
[00:30.774]Like a snowball down a mountain, or a carnival balloon
[00:37.837]Like a carousel that's turning running rings around the moon
[00:45.152]Like a clock whose hands are sweeping past the minutes of its face
[00:52.532]And the world is like an apple whirling silently in space
[00:59.803]Like the circles that you find in the windmills of your mind
[01:10.508]Like a tunnel that you follow to a tunnel of its own
[01:17.736]Down a hollow to a cavern where the sun has never shone
[01:24.970]Like a door that keeps revolving in a half forgotten dream
[01:32.032]Or the ripples from a pebble someone tosses in a stream
[01:39.819]Like a clock whose hands are sweeping past the minutes of its face
[01:46.367]And the world is like an apple whirling silently in space
[01:54.482]Like the circles that you find in the windmills of your mind
[02:05.122]Keys that jingle in your pocket, words that jangle in your head
[02:11.789]Why did summer go so quickly, was it something that you said
[02:18.565]Lovers walking along a shore and leave their footprints in the sand
[02:26.294]Is the sound of distant drumming just the fingers of your hand
[02:32.747]Pictures hanging in a hallway and the fragment of a song
[02:40.573]Half remembered names and faces, but to whom do they belong
[02:48.566]When you knew that it was over you were suddenly aware
[02:54.970]That the autumn leaves were turning to the color of her hair
[03:04.823]Like a circle in a spiral, like a wheel within a wheel
[03:13.388]Never ending or beginning on an ever spinning reel
[03:20.551]As the images unwind, like the circles that you find
[03:34.536]In the windmills of your mind

作词 : Alan Bergman/Marilyn Bergman/Michel Legrand
作曲 : Alan Bergman/Marilyn Bergman/Michel Legrand
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