I have often told you storiesnAbout the waynI lived the life of a drifternWaiting for the daynWhen Id take your handnAnd sing you songsnThen maybe you would saynCome lay with me love menAnd I would surely staynnBut I feel Im growing oldernAnd the songs that I have sungnEcho in the distancenLike the soundnOf a windmill goin roundnI guess Ill always benA soldier of fortunennMany times Ive been a travellernI looked for something newnIn days of oldnWhen nights were coldnI wandered without younBut those days I thougt my eyesnHad seen you standing nearnThough blindness is confusingnIt shows that youre not herennNow I feel Im growing oldernAnd the songs that I have sungnEcho in the distancenLike the soundnOf a windmill goin roundnI guess Ill always benA soldier of fortunenYes, I can hear the soundnOf a windmill goin roundnI guess Ill always benA soldier of fortune