The Circle Game
by Joni Mitchell

Yesterday a child came out to wonder, Caught a dragonfly inside a jar. Fearful when the sky is full of thunder, And tearful at the falling of a star. Chorus: And the seasons, they go 'round and 'round, And the painted ponies go up and down. We're captive on the carousel of time. We can't return, we can only look behind From where we came, And go 'round and 'round and 'round in the circle game. Then the child moved ten times round the seasons, Skated over ten clear frozen streams. Words like "when you're older" must appease her, And promises of someday make her dreams. Chorus Sixteen springs and sixteen summers gone now, Cartwheels turn to car wheels through the town. And they tell her, "Take your time, it won't be long now, 'Till you drag your feet to slow the circle down." Chorus So the years spin by and now the girl is twenty, Though her dreams have lost some grandeur coming true. There'll be new dreams, maybe better dreams, and plenty. Before the last revolving year is through. Chorus The Circle Game - Midi

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Windmills of Your Mind Lyrics
Lyrics by Dusty Springfield

Round, like a circle in a spiral
Like a wheel within a wheel.
Never ending or 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 on 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
Past the minutes on 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

Keys that jingle in your pocket
Words that jangle your head
Why did summer go so quickly
Was it something that I said
Lovers walking allong the shore,
Leave their footprints in the sand
Was the sound of distant drumming
Just the fingers of your hand

Pictures hanging in a hallway
And a fragment of this song
Half remembered names and faces
But to whom do they belong
When you knew that it was over
Were you 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 wheel
As the images unwind
Like the circle that you find
In the windmills of your mind

Pictures hanging in a hallway
And the fragment of this song
Half remembered names and faces
But to whom do they belong
When you knew that it was over
Were you 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 wheel
As the images unwind
Like the circles that you find
In the windmills of your mind

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The Wind That Drives The Windmills Of Your Mind "Sit in reverie (daydreaming) and watch the changing color of the waves that break upon the idle seashore of the mind." ~ Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

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