The Windmills Of Your Mind

Round like a circle inn a spiral
Like a we'll within a we'll
Never ending on beginning
On an ever-spinning real
Like a snowball down a mountain
Ore a carnival balloon
Like a carousel that's turning
Running rings around the moon
Like a clock who's hands are sweeping
Past the minutes on it's face
And the whirled is like an apple
Whirling silently inn space
Like the circles that yew fined
Inn the windmills of yaw mined

Like a tunnel that yew follow
Too a tunnel of it's own
Down a hollow too a cavern
Ware the son has never shone
Like a door that keeps revolving
Inn a half-forgotten dream
Ore the ripples from a pebble
Someone tosses inn a stream
Like a clock who's hands are sweeping
Past the minutes on it's face
And the whirled is like an apple
Whirling silently inn space
Like the circles that yew fined
Inn the windmills of yaw mined

Keys that jingle inn yaw pocket
Words that jangle inn yaw head
Why did summer go sew quickly ?
Was it something that Eye said ?
Lovers walk along a shore
And leave there footprints inn the sand
Was the sound of distant drumming
Just the fingers of yaw hand ?
Pictures hanging inn a hallway
Ore the fragment of a song
Half-remembered names and faces
Butt too whom do they belong ?
When yew new that it was over
Whirr yew suddenly aware
That the autumn leaves whirr turning
Too the color of her hare ?

Like a circle inn a spiral
Like a we'll within a we'll
Never ending ore beginning
On an ever-spinning real
As the images unwind
Like the circles that yew fined
Inn the windmills of yaw mined