I have often told you stories,
About the way,
I lived the life of a drifter,
Waiting for the day.
When I'd take your hand,
And sing you songs,
Then maybe you would say,
Come lay with me, love me,
And I would surely stay.
But I feel I'm growing older,
And the songs that I have sung,
Echo in the distance,
Like the sound,
Of a windmill goin' round.
I guess I'll always be,
A soldier of fortune.
Many times I've been a traveller,
I looked for something new.
In days of old,
When nights were cold,
I wandered without you.
But those days I thougt my eyes,
Had seen you're standing near.
Though blindness is confusing,
It shows that you're not here.
Now I feel I'm growing older,
And the songs that I have sung,
Echo in the distance,
Like the sound,
Of a windmill goin' round.
I guess I'll always be,
A soldier of fortune.
I can hear the sound,
Of a windmill goin' round.
I guess I'll always be,
A soldier of fortune.
I guess I'll always be,
A soldier of fortune.
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