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. Could see 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