I have often told you stories, about the way
I lived the life of a drifter, waiting for the dayWhen I'd 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 I'm growing older
And the song that I have sung, echo in the distance
Like the sound of a windmill going round
I guess I'll always be a soldier of fortune
Many times I've been a traveller, I looked for something new
In days of old when night 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 I'm growing older
And the song that I have sung, echo in the distance
Like the sound of a windmill going round
I guess I'll always be a soldier of fortune
p/s : koi nak letak lirik "A Shoulder To Cry On " tapi koi takut ada orang merabok pulok...
ni keta jual umah kedai ke
ReplyDeleteJual kandang kinzir!
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