| Song | The Windmills Of Your Mind |
| Artist | Dusty Springfield |
| Album | At Her Very Best |
| [00:00.00] | 作曲 : Michel Legrand & Alan Bergman & Marilyn Bergman |
| [00:00.337] | 作词 : Bergman, Bergman, Legrand |
| [00:01.12] | Round, |
| [00:02.37] | Like a circle in a spiral |
| [00:03.73] | Like a wheel within a wheel |
| [00:06.48] | Never ending or beginning |
| [00:10.68] | On an ever-spinning reel |
| [00:14.03] | Like a snowball down a mountain |
| [00:16.97] | Or a carnival balloon |
| [00:18.29] | Like a carousel that ’s turning |
| [00:23.02] | Running rings around the moon |
| [00:25.11] | Like a clock whose hands are sweeping |
| [00:28.53] | Past the minutes on it ’s face |
| [00:31.56] | And the world is like an apple |
| [00:34.38] | Whirling silently in space |
| [00:39.04] | Like the circles that you find |
| [00:42.86] | In the windmills of your mind |
| [00:55.41] | Like a tunnel that you follow |
| [00:58.66] | To a tunnel of it ’s own |
| [01:03.12] | Down a hollow to a cavern |
| [01:06.96] | Where the sun has never shone |
| [01:11.72] | Like a door that keeps revolving |
| [01:15.32] | In a half-forgotten dream |
| [01:20.13] | Like the ripples from a pebble |
| [01:23.78] | Someone tosses in a stream |
| [01:28.83] | Like a clock whose hands are sweeping |
| [01:32.10] | Past the minutes on it ’s face |
| [01:36.63] | And the world is like an apple |
| [01:39.58] | Whirling silently in space |
| [01:41.63] | Like the circles that you find |
| [01:48.39] | In the windmills of your mind |
| [01:56.72] | Keys that jingle in your pocket |
| [01:59.83] | Words that jangle in your head |
| [02:04.38] | Why did summer go so quickly? |
| [02:07.97] | Was it something that you said? |
| [02:12.42] | Lovers walk along a shore |
| [02:16.81] | leave their footprints in the sand |
| [02:20.67] | it's the sound of distant drumming |
| [02:23.92] | Just the fingers of your hand? |
| [02:25.87] | Pictures hanging in a hallway |
| [02:32.16] | and the fragment of a song |
| [02:36.73] | Half-remembered names and faces |
| [02:41.04] | But to whom do they belong? |
| [02:44.45] | When you knew that it was over |
| [02:48.12] | you were suddenly aware |
| [02:52.82] | That the autumn leaves were turning |
| [02:55.82] | To the colour of her hair? |
| [03:01.43] | Like a circle in a spiral |
| [03:04.09] | Like a wheel within a wheel |
| [03:07.19] | Never ending or beginning |
| [03:09.94] | On an ever-spinning reel |
| [03:13.64] | As the images unwind |
| [03:17.75] | Like the circles that you find |
| [03:22.15] | In the windmills of your mind |
| [00:00.00] | zuò qǔ : Michel Legrand Alan Bergman Marilyn Bergman |
| [00:00.337] | zuò cí : Bergman, Bergman, Legrand |
| [00:01.12] | Round, |
| [00:02.37] | Like a circle in a spiral |
| [00:03.73] | Like a wheel within a wheel |
| [00:06.48] | Never ending or beginning |
| [00:10.68] | On an everspinning reel |
| [00:14.03] | Like a snowball down a mountain |
| [00:16.97] | Or a carnival balloon |
| [00:18.29] | Like a carousel that ' s turning |
| [00:23.02] | Running rings around the moon |
| [00:25.11] | Like a clock whose hands are sweeping |
| [00:28.53] | Past the minutes on it ' s face |
| [00:31.56] | And the world is like an apple |
| [00:34.38] | Whirling silently in space |
| [00:39.04] | Like the circles that you find |
| [00:42.86] | In the windmills of your mind |
| [00:55.41] | Like a tunnel that you follow |
| [00:58.66] | To a tunnel of it ' s own |
| [01:03.12] | Down a hollow to a cavern |
| [01:06.96] | Where the sun has never shone |
| [01:11.72] | Like a door that keeps revolving |
| [01:15.32] | In a halfforgotten dream |
| [01:20.13] | Like the ripples from a pebble |
| [01:23.78] | Someone tosses in a stream |
| [01:28.83] | Like a clock whose hands are sweeping |
| [01:32.10] | Past the minutes on it ' s face |
| [01:36.63] | And the world is like an apple |
| [01:39.58] | Whirling silently in space |
| [01:41.63] | Like the circles that you find |
| [01:48.39] | In the windmills of your mind |
| [01:56.72] | Keys that jingle in your pocket |
| [01:59.83] | Words that jangle in your head |
| [02:04.38] | Why did summer go so quickly? |
| [02:07.97] | Was it something that you said? |
| [02:12.42] | Lovers walk along a shore |
| [02:16.81] | leave their footprints in the sand |
| [02:20.67] | it' s the sound of distant drumming |
| [02:23.92] | Just the fingers of your hand? |
| [02:25.87] | Pictures hanging in a hallway |
| [02:32.16] | and the fragment of a song |
| [02:36.73] | Halfremembered names and faces |
| [02:41.04] | But to whom do they belong? |
| [02:44.45] | When you knew that it was over |
| [02:48.12] | you were suddenly aware |
| [02:52.82] | That the autumn leaves were turning |
| [02:55.82] | To the colour of her hair? |
| [03:01.43] | Like a circle in a spiral |
| [03:04.09] | Like a wheel within a wheel |
| [03:07.19] | Never ending or beginning |
| [03:09.94] | On an everspinning reel |
| [03:13.64] | As the images unwind |
| [03:17.75] | Like the circles that you find |
| [03:22.15] | In the windmills of your mind |