The Sound of Windmills - Heather Cowles & Mike Lusk

Round like a circle in a spiral Like a wheel within a wheel Never ending on 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 on 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 on 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 I said? Lovers walk along a shore And leave their footprints in the sand Was the sound of distant drumming Just the fingers of your hand? Pictures hanging in a hallway Or the fragment of a song Half-remembered names and faces But to whom do they belong? When you knew that it was over Were you 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

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! Keys that jingle in your pocket, words that jangle in your head When 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 in the autumn of good-byes For a moment you could not recall the color of his eyes! 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!

Rond als de wijnvlek van eergister Op het vuile tafelblad Spelen gouden druppels zonlicht Op het koude tegelpad En de rimpels in de vijver En het vangnet van een spin Zijn allemaal maar cirkels Zonder einde of begin En de tijd verslijt de dagen Door de wijzers van de klok Die de uren traag vermalen Heel geruisloos, zonder schok Er bestaat geen medicijn Tegen oud en eenzaam zijn 'S Avonds als je door je wimpers Soms de zon ziet ondergaan In een feest van gele vonken Die in bloei lijken te staan En de sterren op je netvlies Trekken strepen in de lucht Maar zodra de nacht weer nadert Slaan je dromen op de vlucht Door een klok met kromme wijzers Die de tijd in stukken maalt Ligt de zomer weer aan flarden Want de klok heeft niet gefaald Er bestaat geen medicijn Tegen oud of eenzaam zijn Tel de gladde kiezelstenen Waarmee jij je zakken vult Maar de mooiste ging verloren Door je eigen stomme schuld Toen je met haar langs het strand liep Leek elke schelp een juweel Maar nu zie je niets dan keien Groot en grijs en veel te veel Hoor 't gefluister in het ruisen Van de rusteloze zee: Als je haar dan niet kon missen Waarom ging je dan niet mee? Bij het afscheid van de zomer Zag je eindelijk gevaar Toen elk blad de kleur kreeg Van haar honinggele haar De rimpels in de vijver De webben van een spin Zomaar cirkels in de ruimte Zonder einde of begin In een eindeloos refrein Er bestaat geen medicijn Tegen oud of eenzaam zijn