The Barry Gray Orchestra
앨범 : Thunderbirds Are Go - TV Themes For Grown Up Kids

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
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
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