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.
I quess 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 here
Tho’ blindness is confusing
It shows that you’re not here.
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 quess I’ll always be
A soldier of fortune.
Yes, I can hear the sound
Of a windmill going round.
I quess I’ll always be
A soldier of fortune.
