1. I have often told you stories about the way, I lived the life of a drifter, waiting for the day

2. Many times I've been a traveller, I looked for something new in days of old when nights were cold I wandered without you.

1. when I'd take your hand and sing you songs, then maybe you would say:

2. But those days I thought my eyes had seen you standing near,

1. Come lay with me and love me, and I would surely stay.

2. though blindness is confusing, it shows that you're not here.

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.

Yes, I can hear the sound of a windmill going round,

I guess I'll always be a soldier of fortune.