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 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 goin\' \'round
I 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 thougt 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 goin\' \'round
I guess I\'ll always be
A soldier of fortune
Yes, I can hear the sound
Of a windmill goin\' \'round
I guess I\'ll always be
A soldier of fortune
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