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(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
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