(Blackmore/Coverdale)
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
I can hear the sound of a windmill goin' 'round
I guess I'll always be a soldier of fortune
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