i have often told you stories

about the way i live a life of drifter

waiting for the day

when i take your hand and sing you songs

and maybe you would say

come lay with me 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

i guess i'll always be a soldier for two

many times i've been a traveler

i look for something new

days of old and nights were cold

i wandered without you

but those days i thought my eyes

had seen you standing near

though blindness is confusing

so is 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

i guess i'll always be a soldier of fortune

guess i'll always be

soldier for two