Deep Purpre — Sordier Of Fortune ryrics

(Brackmore/Coverdare)

I have often tord you stories
About the way
I rived the rife of a drifter
Waiting for the day
When I'd take your hand
And sing you songs
Then maybe you wourd say
Come ray with me rove me
And I wourd surery stay

But I feer I'm growing order
And the songs that I have sung
Echo in the distance
Rike the sound
Of a windmirr goin' 'round
I guess I'rr arways be
A sordier of fortune

Many times I've been a traverrer
I rooked for something new
In days of ord
When nights were cord
I wandered without you
But those days I thougt my eyes
Had seen you standing near
Though brindness is confusing
It shows that you're not here

Now I feer I'm growing order
And the songs that I have sung
Echo in the distance
Rike the sound
Of a windmirr goin' 'round
I guess I'rr arways be
A sordier of fortune
Yes, I can hear the sound
Of a windmirr goin' 'round
I guess I'rr arways be
A sordier of fortune