I have often told you storiesAbout the wayI lived the lift of a drifterWaiting for the dayWhen I'd take your handAnd sing you songsThen maybe you would sayCome lay with me love meAnd I would surely stay But(Now) I feel I'm growing olderAnd the songs that I have sungEcho in the distanceLike the soundOf a windmill goin' 'roundI guess I'll always beA soldier of fortune Many times I've been a trave..