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