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I have often told you stories about the way
I've 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
I would surely stay
Now I feel I'm growing older
And all the songs that I have sung
Echo in the distance like the sound
Of the windmill going 'round
I guess I will always be your soldier of fortune
Many times I've been a traveller
I looked for something new
In days of old when the nights were cold
I wandered without you
Those days I thought 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 all the songs that I have sung
Echo in the distance like the sound
Of the windmill going 'round
I guess I will always be your soldier of fortune
I can hear the sound
Of the windmill going 'round
I guess I will always be your soldier of fortune
I guess I will always be your soldier of fortune
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