Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Dianne Reeves
Dianne Reeves
Vocals
Romero Lubambo
Romero Lubambo
Acoustic Guitar
Karen Briggs
Karen Briggs
Violin
Sarah Thornblade
Sarah Thornblade
Violin
Matthew Funes
Matthew Funes
Viola
Alma Fernandez
Alma Fernandez
Viola
Giovanni Clayton
Giovanni Clayton
Cello
Susan Wulff
Susan Wulff
Double Bass
Steve Wilson
Steve Wilson
Soprano Saxophone
Billy Childs
Billy Childs
Piano
Reginald Veal
Reginald Veal
Bass Guitar
Antonio Sánchez
Antonio Sánchez
Drums
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Michel Legrand
Michel Legrand
Composer
Alan Bergman
Alan Bergman
Lyrics
Marilyn Bergman
Marilyn Bergman
Lyrics
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Erik Zobler
Erik Zobler
Mixing Engineer
Andrew Papastephanou
Andrew Papastephanou
Assistant Recording Engineer
Doug Sax
Doug Sax
Mastering Engineer
George Duke
George Duke
Producer

Lyrics

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 on 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 shown
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 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 I said?
Lovers walk along a shore and leave their footprints in the sand
Was the sound of distant drumming just the fingers of your hand?
Pictures hanging in a hallway or a fragment of a 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 colour of his hair
Keys that jingle in your pocket, words that jangle in your head
Why did summer go so quickly?
Was it something that I said?
Lovers walk along the shore and leave their footprints in the sand
Was the sound of distant drumming just the fingers of your hand?
Pictures hanging in a hallway or the fragment of a song
Half-remembered names and faces, but to whom do they belong?
When you knew that it was over in the Autumn of goodbyes
For a moment you could not recall the colour 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
(Ooh-ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh)
Written by: Alan Bergman, Marilyn Bergman, Michel Legrand
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