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

and may be 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

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

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