Round Like a circle in a spiral Like a wheel within a wheel Never ending nor beginning On an ever-spinning wheel
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 And a half-forgotten dream Or the ripples from the 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 walk along the shore Leaving footprints in the sand Is the sound of distant drumming Just the fingers of your hand
Pictures hanging in a 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 hairTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
