I have often told you stories
About the way
I lived the life of a driller
Waiting for the day
When I'd take your hand
And sing you songs
Then maybe you would [bad word]  lay with me and love me
And I would surely stay

But I fee! 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
Hooked 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
Tho' 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

I can hear the sound
Of a windmill goin' round
I guess I'll always be
soldier of fortune,
I guess I'll always be
soldier of fortune

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