The Oscar Peterson Trio - The Windmills Of Your Mind free for downloading

Lyrics

When you knew that it was over, past the minutes on its face
just the fingers of your hand
in a half-forgotten dream
Spinning silently in space, like the circles that you find, keys that jingle in your pocket
And leave their footprints in the sand, just the fingers of your hand Peterson, in the windmills of your mind
or a carnival balloon

half-remembered names and faces
Never ending or beginning, never ending or beginning, someone tosses in a stream
past the minutes on its face
Like the circles that you find, down a hollow to a cavern
like a clock whose hands are sweeping
Spinning silently in space, like a circle in a spiral

that the autumn leaves were turning
like a carousel that s turning
Running rings around the moon, was the sound of distant drumming
why did summer go so quickly
like the circles that you find
Like a door that keeps revolving, never ending or beginning

like the circles that you find
But to whom do they belong, to a tunnel of its own
and leave their footprints in the sand
and the world is like an apple
Like the circles that you find, as the images unwind
on an ever-spinning reel

Like the circles that you find, or the fragment of a song, spinning silently in space
Or the fragment of a song, like a clock whose hands are sweeping
Someone tosses in a stream, but to whom do they belong Your, why did summer go so quickly
Never ending or beginning, half-remembered names and faces The, and leave their footprints in the sand
Keys that jingle in your pocket, that the autumn leaves were turning Of, like a clock whose hands are sweeping
And the world is like an apple, just the fingers of your hand Oscar, where the sun has never shone

Down a hollow to a cavern, in the windmills of your mind
Like a wheel within a wheel, like a clock whose hands are sweeping
Spinning silently in space, in a half-forgotten dream
and leave their footprints in the sand
As the images unwind, and leave their footprints in the sand
Past the minutes on its face, spinning silently in space

like a tunnel that you follow
like a clock whose hands are sweeping
like the circles that you find
and the world is like an apple
As the images unwind, or a carnival balloon, and the world is like an apple
Where the sun has never shone, and the world is like an apple, never ending or beginning

Like the circles that you find, just the fingers of your hand, like the ripples from a pebble