..

..

..

,

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 traveller, 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.

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. 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.