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
Spinning 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
Like 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
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 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 the 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 her 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
Someone mentioned cultural appropriation. That is like zebras disiwning horses. Nonsense. It is variations of the same family if musical heritage. Not cultural appropriation. Jazz is from Classical Gitano ( Which is Gypsy Music and west african griot and FRENCH TROUBADOUR tradition). It is. part of the MINISTREL TRADITION, THE FESTIVAL TRADITION. And our people, French Caribbeans are part of this heritage. Jelly Roll Morton, of New Orleans, and many other Jazz originators were from St. Domingue, which is presently ... Ayiti. It was further developed elsewhere, but the roots are in, many respects, afrolatin fusion, yet further developed in a different direction, yet the horse will always recognize the zebra. Etc.
This is a powerfully abstract way of singing this song. So many things happening with it at the same time. But I could hear all the instruments clearly and her timing was phenomenal as she sang her way through that maze of sound. Awesome!!!