Gm _ _ _ _ _ _
Dm _ _ .
_
C _ _ _ _
Gm _ _ _ .
I have often told you stories
F about the way I
Gm lived a life of a drifter, _
Dm waiting for the day.
Gm When I take your hand and sing you songs,
F maybe you would say.
Gm Come play with me and love me,
Dm and I would surely stay.
Bb But
C I feel I'm
Gm growing older.
_
Eb And
F the songs that I
Bb have sung
D echo in
Gm the distance.
F Like the sound
Bb of a wheel
Eb pulling round.
Gm I
Cm guess I'll
Dm always be a soldier
Gm of fortune _ _ _ _ _ _ .
C _ _ _ _
Gm _ _ _ _ .
C _ _ _ _
Gm _ _ _ _ .
Bb _ _ _ _
C _ _ _ _ .
Gm _ _ Many times I've been a traveler,
F I look for something new.
In
Gm days of old and nights of cold,
Dm I wandered without you.
Gm Those days I thought my eyes
F had seen you standing near.
Gm Though blindness is confusing,
Dm it shows that you're not here.
Bb Now
C I feel I'm
Gm growing older.
And
Eb _
F the songs that I
Bb have sung
D echo in
Gm the distance.
F Like the sound
Bb of a windmill
Eb going round.
_
Gm Cm I guess I'll always
Dm be a soldier
Gm of fortune.
_ I can hear
F the sound
Bb of a windmill going
Eb _ _ _ .
Cm round.
I guess I'll always
Dm be a soldier
Gm of fortune _ .
Eb I guess I'll always
F be a
G soldier of