I

have

of-

ten

to-

ld

you

sto-

ri-

e-

s

about

the

way

I

lived

the

life

of

a

dri-

fter

Wait-

ing

for

the

da-

y

When

I'd

take

your

hand

and

sing

you

so-

ng-

s

Then

maybe

you

would

say

"Come

lay

with

me

and

love

me"

And I

would

sure-

ly

stay

But

I

feel

I'm

gro-

wing

o-

ld-

er

And

the

son-

gs

that

I have

sung

Ec-

ho

in

the

dis-

tance

Like

the

sound

Of

a

wind-

mill

g-

o-

i-

ng

r-

o-

u-

n-

d

Guess

I'll

al-

ways

b-

e

a

sol-

dier

of

f-

o-

r-

t-

u-

n-

e

Ma-

ny

tim-

es

I've

been

a

tra-

ve-

ll-

er I

looked

for

some-

thing

new

In

days

of

old

when

nig-

hts

were

cold

I

wand-

ered

without

you

But those

days

I

tho-

ught

my

eyes

had

seen

you

stand-

ing

n-

ea-

r

Though

bli-

ndn-

ess

is

conf-

us-

ing

It

sho-

ws

that

you're

not

here

Now

I

feel

I'm

gro-

wing

ol-

der

And

the

songs

that

I

have

sung

Ec-

ho

in

t-

he

dis-

tance

Like

the

sound

Of

a

wind-

mill

g-

o-

i-

ng

r-

o-

un-

d

Guess

I'll

alw-

ays

b-

e

a

sol-

dier

of

f-

o-

r-

t-

u-

n-

e

I

can

hear

the

so-

und

Of

a

wind-

mill

go-

ing

r-

o-

u-

n-

d

Guess

I'll

al-

ways

b-

e

a

sol-

dier

of

fo-

rt-

un-

e

I guess

I'll

al-

ways

b-

e

A

sol-

dier

of

f-

o-

r-

t-

u-

n-

e