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  [bad word] 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 
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 
soldier of fortune 
Yes, I can hear the sound 
Of a windmill goin' 'round 
I guess I'll always be 
soldier of fortune

 [bad word] - Alexander Rogachev (минусовка на заказ)