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
May be you would [bad word] lay with me and 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 going round
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 thought my eyes
Had seen you standing near
Though blindness is confusing
It shows that you're not here.

Now I feel I'm going older
And the songs that I have sung
Echo in the distance
Like the sound
Of a windmill going round
Guess I'll always be
soldier of fortune

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