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SOLDIER OF FORTUNE
Deep Purple
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 going around.
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 going around.
I guess I'll always be
A soldier of fortune.
I can hear the sound
Of a windmill going around.
I guess I'll always be
A soldier of fortune
