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Intro: g F Eb

I have goften told you stories
Fabout the way
I flived the life of a drifter
dwaiting for the day
When I'd gtake your hand and sing you songs
Then Fmaybe you would say
gCome lay with me and love me
dAnd I would surely D-C-Bstay

BBut I Cfeel I'm growing g G-F-Ebolder
And the Fsongs that I have Bsung
DEcho in the gdistance
Like the Fsound
Of a Bwindmill going Eb Eb-Dround
cGuess I'll always dbe
A soldier of gfortune.

Solo:Many g C g Ctimes g BI've C gbeen a traveller
I looked for something new
In days of old when nights were cold
I wandered without you
But those days I thought my eyes
Had seen you standing near
Though blindness is confusing
It shows that you're not here.

BNow I Cfeel I'm going golder…

Yes, I Ebcan hear the Fsound
of a Bwindmill going Eb Eb-Dround
I cguess I'll always dbe
a soldier of gfortune.
I Ebguess I'll always Fbe
a soldier of Gfortune.