Оригинален текст
(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