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.
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.
