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

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

i guess i'll always be

a soldier of fortune

love and peace