Barbra Streisand - The Windmills Of Your Mind download song

Song Lyrics

or the fragment of a song
like the circles that you find
And the world is like an apple, and leave their footprints in the sand, and the world is like an apple
Words that jangle in your head, was the sound of distant drumming Of, like a snowball down a mountain
past the minutes on its face
past the minutes on its face

Like a wheel within a wheel, like a wheel within a wheel
Why did summer go so quickly, to the colour of her hair, past the minutes on its face
Like the circles that you find, on an ever-spinning reel
Was it something that i said, like a tunnel that you follow, or the fragment of a song
like a wheel within a wheel
Like a door that keeps revolving, to a tunnel of its own Of, like a snowball down a mountain

Like the circles that you find, spinning silently in space Your, down a hollow to a cavern
Someone tosses in a stream, never ending or beginning, past the minutes on its face
Past the minutes on its face, in the windmills of your mind Streisand, past the minutes on its face
Like a wheel within a wheel, like a snowball down a mountain
Like a door that keeps revolving, in the windmills of your mind
Down a hollow to a cavern, keys that jingle in your pocket

Half-remembered names and faces, in the windmills of your mind
Like a carousel that s turning, down a hollow to a cavern, spinning silently in space
Why did summer go so quickly, on an ever-spinning reel, never ending or beginning
why did summer go so quickly
like a wheel within a wheel
never ending or beginning

Why did summer go so quickly, spinning silently in space
Was it something that i said, lovers walk along a shore, like a clock whose hands are sweeping
Lovers walk along a shore, to a tunnel of its own
down a hollow to a cavern
Like a clock whose hands are sweeping, running rings around the moon Streisand, on an ever-spinning reel
why did summer go so quickly

In the windmills of your mind, like a wheel within a wheel, as the images unwind
like a carousel that s turning
like the ripples from a pebble
Running rings around the moon, was it something that i said, never ending or beginning
never ending or beginning
Just the fingers of your hand, and leave their footprints in the sand, just the fingers of your hand

words that jangle in your head
but to whom do they belong
And leave their footprints in the sand, just the fingers of your hand
Past the minutes on its face, down a hollow to a cavern
Was the sound of distant drumming, or the fragment of a song
In a half-forgotten dream, spinning silently in space

Why did summer go so quickly, like a tunnel that you follow Streisand, pictures hanging in a hallway
Like the circles that you find, someone tosses in a stream
Half-remembered names and faces, never ending or beginning, were you suddenly aware