~mortee

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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

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Soldier of Fortune, Deep Purple.