(blackmore/coverdale)

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
Come 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...
A 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...
A soldier of fortune
Yes, I can hear the sound
Of a windmill goin? ?round
I guess I?ll always be
A soldier of fortune