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 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
I can hear the sound Of a windmill going round Guess I'll always be a soldier of fortune
