predohra:AmiGDAmiAmiI have often told you stories
Gabout the way
AmiI lived a life of a drifter,
Emiwaiting for a day...
Ami...when I´d take your hand
Gand sing you songs,
Amithen maybe you would say
Emi"Come, lay with me and love me,"
and I would surely Emistay.
refren:
D, CBut I Dfeel
I´m growing Amiolder,
Fand the Gsongs
that I have Csung-
-Eecho in the Amidistance,
like the Gsound
of a Cwindmill goin´
Fround...
Emi, Dmi...I guess I´ll always Emibe
a soldier of Amifortune.
Many times
I've been a traveller
I looked for something new
In days of old
When nights were cold
I wondered without you,
But those days I thought my eyes,
Had see you standing near,
to blinders 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 goin´
round...
...I guess I´ll always be
a soldier of fortune.
Yeah, I can hear the sound
Of a windmill goin' round
I quess I'll always be
A soldier of fortune
FI quess I'll always Emibe
A soldier of A4fortuAne...
Am, G, Am, G, Am, C, D, Ami
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