D        A             G              D
In days gone by when the world was much younger
     D             A       G           D
Men harnessed the wind to work for mankind
D             A             G           D
Seamen built tall ships to sail on the ocean
D                A         G           D
Landsmen built wheels the corn for to grind

[Chorus]
   D          A          G             D
Around and around and around went the big sails
  D           A            G             D
Turning the shaft and the great wooden wheels
  D            A           G               D
Creaking and goaning the millstones kept turning
  D           A             G              D
Grinding to flour the good corn from the fields

[Verse 2]
     D           A             G           D
In Flanders and Spain and the lowlands of Holland
         D           A           G            D
And the kingdoms of England and scotland and Wales
D              A        G             D
Windmills grew up all along the wild coastline
D             A               G           D
Ships of the land with their high canvas sails

[Chorus]
   D          A          G             D
Around and around and around went the big sails
  D           A            G             D
Turning the shaft and the great wooden wheels
  D            A           G               D
Creaking and goaning the millstones kept turning
  D           A             G              D
Grinding to flour the good corn from the fields

[Verse 3]

     D         A         G             D
In Lancashire lads work hard with the good earth
  D            A          G       D
Ploughing and sowing the seasons declare
D           A           G            D
Waiting to reap of the rich, golden harvest
           D         A        G       D
While the miller is idle his mill to repair

[Chorus]
   D          A          G             D
Around and around and around went the big sails
  D           A            G             D
Turning the shaft and the great wooden wheels
  D            A           G               D
Creaking and goaning the millstones kept turning
  D           A             G              D
Grinding to flour the good corn from the fields

[Verse 4]
D             A            G            D
Windmills of old wood all blackened by weather
D             A             G           D
Windmills of stone glaring white in the sun
D               A           G        D
Windmills like giants all ready for tilting
D               A           G             D
Windmills that died in the gales and are gone

[Chorus]
   D          A          G             D
Around and around and around went the big sails
  D           A            G             D
Turning the shaft and the great wooden wheels
  D            A           G               D
Creaking and goaning the millstones kept turning
  D           A             G              D
Grinding to flour the good corn from the fields