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 And may be you would say Come 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 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 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 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 A 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.