3.2.2009 | 14:41
Nostalgic
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 An..,,,
I have often told you stories About the way I lived the life of a drifter Waiting for the day When Id 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 Im growing older And the songs that I have sung Echo in the distance Like the sound Of a windmill goin round I guess Ill always be A soldier of fortune | Many times Ive 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 youre 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 goin round I guess Ill always be A soldier of fortune Yes, I can hear the sound Of a windmill goin round I guess Ill always be A soldier of fortune |
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