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.
Many times I've been a traveler... I looked for something new... In days of old when nights were cold... I wandered without you... But those days I thought my eyes... Had seen you standing near... Though blindness is confusing... It shows that you're not here.
Now I feel I'm going 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.
I guess I'll always be... A soldier of fortune.