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
And maybe you would say
"Come lay with me and 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 ′round
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
Those days I thought my eyes
Had seen you standing near
Though blindness is confusing
It shows that you′re not here