(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