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I'm waiting in my cold cell, when the bell begins to chime Reflecting on my past life and it doesn't have much time 'Cause at 5 o'clock, they'll take me to the gallows pole The sands of time for me are running low Running low... When the priest comes to read me the last rites I take a look through the bars at the last sights Of a world that has gone very wrong for me Can it be that there's some sort of error Hard to stop the surmounting terror Is it really the end, not some crazy dream? Somebody please tell me that I'm dreaming It's not easy to stop from screaming But words escape me when I try to speak Tears fall, but why am I crying? After all, I'm not afraid of dying Don't I believe that there never is an end As the guards march me out to the courtyard Somebody cries from a cell "God be with you" If there's a God, then why has he let me go? As I walk, my life drifts before me Though the end is near, I'm not sorry Catch my sou...

  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 and love me", and I would surely stay But I feel I'm growing older And the songs that I have sung Echo in the distance Like the sound of a windmill goin' 'round 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 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 I'm growing older And the songs that I have sung Echo in the distance Like the sound of a windmill goin' 'round Guess I'll always be a soldier of fortune I can hear the sound of a windmill goin' 'round Guess I'll always be a soldier of fortune Guess I'll always be a soldier of fortune