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 [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