So here's the thing: I want someone to do a major overhaul on Windmills of Your Mind – (hear the melody sung by Sting in the video below. Lyrics beneath that) – so that it loses its melancholy, reflective tone. We want it to sound energetic, positive and triumphant.

The problem with Windmills of Your Mind is that everyone who's ever sung it has reinforced the lyrics with a pitch, key, tempo, instrumentation and “whispery” delivery style that agrees with the words. 

This song cries out for an arranger to counterpoint the introspective lyrics with an arrangement and instrumentation that communicate exactly the opposite. (I'm hearing trumpets. Are you hearing trumpets?)

First, listen to Windmills (below.)
Then, an example of a song that sounds positive and triumphant: Listen to Huey Lewis sing The Power of Love.

Can you produce a version of Windmills that makes the listener feel it's a song of energy and optimism?
Do it and become a superstar.

Windmills of Your Mind
(Noel Harrison)

 Round like a circle in a spiral like a wheel within a wheel
 Never ending on 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 color 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