…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 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’ve a sung Echo in the distance Like the sound Of a windmill going round Guess I’ll always be A Soldier of Fortune
Solo 8 Bars…7… 8…Many times I’ve been a traveller I looked for something new In the day of old When night wrer cold I wandered without you Those days I thought my eyes Had seen you stahding near Though blindness is confusing It showed that you’re not here But I feel I’m growing older And the songs that I’ve a sung Echo in the distance Like the sound Of a windmill going round Guess I’ll always be A Soldier of Fortune I can hear the sound Of a windmill going round Guess I’ll always be A Soldier of Fortune Guess I’ll always be A Soldier of Fortune
