Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Tina Arena
Performer
The London Studio Orchestra
Performer
Paul Guardiani
Keyboards
Simon Hale
Conductor
Perry Montague-Mason
Violin
Warren Zielinski
Violin
Patrick Kiernan
Violin
Boguslav Kostecki
Violin
Julian Leaper
Violin
Emlyn Singleton
Violin
Everton Nelson
Violin
Chris Tombling
Violin
Tom Pigott-Smith
Violin
Rita Manning
Violin
Peter Hanson
Violin
Pete Lale
Viola
Bruce White
Viola
Andrew Parker
Viola
Rachel Bolt
Viola
Tony Pleeth
Cello
Martin Loveday
Cello
Dave Daniels
Cello
Jo Knight
Cello
Mark Blackwell
Guitar
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Michel Legrand
Composer
Marilyn Bergman
Composer
Alan Bergman
Composer
Simon Hale
String Arranger
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Duck Blackwell
Producer
Paul Guardiani
Producer
Angel Recording Studios
Recording Engineer
Steve Price
Engineer
Niall Acott
Engineer
Mat Bartram
Assistant Recording Engineer
Jez Murphy
Assistant Recording Engineer
The Shark Tank
Recording Engineer
Neil Tucker
Assistant Recording Engineer
Rafael Jonin
Mastering Engineer
Benjamin Weber
Mastering Engineer
Lyrics
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
Spinning 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 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 a song
Half-remembered names and faces
But to whom do they belong
When you knew that it was over
You were you suddenly aware
That the autumn leaves were turning
To the color 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
Writer(s): Alan Bergman, Marilyn Bergman, Michel Legrand
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