You have often told me stories about the way
You 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
 [bad word] lay with me and love me" - and maybe you would stay.

But you feel you're growing older,
And the songs that I have sung echo in the distance
Like the sound of a windmill going round.
I guess you'll always be a soldier of fortune.

Many times you've been a traveler, you looked for something new.
In days of old when nights were cold I've been there without you,
But those days I thought my eyes had seen you standing near.
Though blindness is confusing - it shows that you're not here.

Now you feel you're growing older,
And the songs that I have sung echo in the distance
Like the sound of a windmill going round.
I guess you'll always be a soldier of fortune.

Yes, I can hear the sound of a windmill going round.
I guess you'll always be a soldier of fortune.