Songwriters: / Bergman, Alan / Bergman, Marilyn

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 thatâ€TMs turning

Running rings around the moon



Like a clock whose hands are sweeping

Past the minutes of it's 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 it's 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 ....



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 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 this song

Half remembered names and faces

But to whom do they belong ?



He: when you knew

That it was over

You were suddenly aware

That the autumn leaves were turning

To the color

Of her hair !



She: when you knew

That it was over

In the autumn of goodbyes

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 !