Many times Ive been a traveler
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

Now I feel Im growing older
And the songs that I have sung
Echo in the distance, like the sound of a windmill going round
I guess i will always be a soldier of fortune!!