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   Why did summer go 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 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 colour of his 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