I have often told you stories
about the way
I liv ed 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 fe el I'm growing old er
And the songs that I have sung
Ec ho in the distance
Like the sound
Of a windmill going round
Gu ess I'll always be
A soldier of fortune
Many times I've been a traveller
I looked for something new
In da ys of old when nights were cold
I wandered without you
But t hose days I thought my eyes
Had seen you standing near
Th ough blindness is confusing
It shows that you're not here
But I fe el I'm growing old er
And the songs that I have sung
Ec ho in the distance
Like the sound
Of a windmill going round
Gu ess I'll always be
A soldier of fortune
Yes, I can hear the sound
Of a windmill going round
I gue ss I'll always be
A soldier of fortune.
I guess I'll always be
A soldier of fo rtune





































