I have often told you stories about the way I lived the life of a drifter waiting for the day

Many times I've been a traveller I looked for something new, days of old when the nights were cold I wandered without you

When I'd take your hand and sing you songs then maybe you would say, Come lay with me love me I would surely stay

Those days I thougt my eyes could see 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 will always be a soldier of fortune