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 and 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 going round... Guess I'll always be... A soldier of fortune.
Many times I've been a traveler... I looked for something new... In days of old when nights were cold... I wandered without you... But those days I thought my eyes... Had seen you standing near... Though blindness is confusing... It shows that you're not here.
Now I feel I'm going older... And the songs that I have sung... Echo in the distance... Like the sound... Of a windmill going round... Guess I'll always be... A soldier of fortune
Yes, I can hear the sound... Of a windmill going 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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