I have often told you storiesabout the wayI lived a life of a drifter,waiting for the dayWhen I take your hand and sing you songsMaybe you would sayCome lay with me and love meAnd I would surely stayBut I feel I'm growing olderAnd the songs that I have sungEchoing the distance like the soundof a wheel pulling round.Guess I'll always be a soldier of fortune.♪ Many times I've been a traveler ♪♪ I look for something new ♪♪ In days of old and nights of cold ♪I wandered without youThose days I thought my eyes had seen you standing nearThough blindness is confusingIt shows that you're not hereNow I feel I'm growing olderThe songs that I have sungecho in the distanceLike the sound of a windmill going roundGuess I'll always be a soldier of fortuneAnd hear the sound of the windmill going roundGuess I'll always be a soldier of fortuneGuess I'll always bea soldier of fortune