Minggu, 01 Juli 2012

Soldier of Fortune


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
Coe lay with me love me
And I would surely stay

But I fell I'm growing older
And the songs that I have sung
Echo in the distance
Like the sound
Of a windmill goin''round
I guessI'll always be
A soldier of fortune

Many time 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

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