(BlackmoreCoverdale)

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