LYRICS
作曲 : Michel Legrand/Alan Bergman/Marilyn Bergman
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 colorful 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 shown
Like a tool that keeps revolving in a half-forgotten dream
All 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
What if summer goes so quickly
Was it something that you said
Lovers walk along the shore and leave their footprints in the sand
Is the sound of distant drumming just the fingers of your hand
Pictures hanging in the hallway and the fragments 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
A circle in a spiral
A wheel within a wheel
Never ending or beginning
In an ever-spinning reel
As the images unwind
In the windmills of your mind