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've always been
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.

(c) Deep Purple