I have often told the stories about the way
I lived the life of a drifter waiting for the day
When I'd take your hand and sing a songs
But those days I though my eyes
I lived the life of a drifter waiting for the day
When I'd take your hand and sing a songs
Then maybe you would say
Come lay with me and love me
Come lay with me and love me
And I would surely stay
But I feel I'm growing older
But I feel I'm growing older
And the songs that I have sung
Echo in the distance
Echo in the distance
Like the sound of a windmill goin' aroundI
I guess I'll always be a soldier of fortune
Many times I've been a traveller
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 cold when night were cold
In days of cold when night were cold
I wondered without you
But those days I though my eyes
Had you standing near
Though blindness is confusing
Though blindness is confusing
It shows that you're not here
Now I feel I'm growing older
Now I feel I'm growing older
And the songs that I have sung
Echo in the distance
Echo in the distance
Like the sound of a windmill goin' aroundI
I guess I'll always be a soldier of fortune
Yes, I can hear the sound of a windmill goin' around
I guess I'll always be a soldier of fortune
I guess I'll always be a soldier of fortune
Yes, I can hear the sound of a windmill goin' around
I guess I'll always be a soldier of fortune
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