(Blackmore/Coverdale)
    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'll always be
  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