Soldier of fortune
I have often told you storiesAbout the wayI lived the life of a drifterWaiting for the day.When I'd take your handand 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 olderand the songs that I have sung...echo in the distancelike the soundof 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 oldwhen nights were coldI wandered without you.But those days I thought my eyeshad seen you standing near.Though blindness is confusing,it shows that you're not here.
Now I feel I'm growing olderand the songs that I have sung...echo in the distancelike the soundof a windmill goin' 'round.I guess I'll always be...a soldier of fortune.Yes, I can hear the soundof a windmill goin' 'round,I guess I'll always bea soldier of fortune...