To be rich is To still remember To treasure your 1st dime To have a chance to say farewell
Story of your life Time of solitude and strife Freedom of an open road Hope, and many miles to go Promises to keep Countless goldfields to reap To be rich is to seek To relive a memory
Far-off lands quests of old Self-respect true grit Never cared what a fortune might buy To seek is to be rich
Story of your life Time of solitude and strife Freedom of an open road Hope, and many miles to go Promises to keep Countless goldfields to reap To be rich is to seek To relive a memory
All the strangers on your path Crossroads, the letters from home The cooling embers of a Yuletide hearth All the sounds of wilderness The truth in wich you roamed Now your lost Rosebud has brought you back home
Story of your life Time of solitude and strife Freedom of an open road Hope, and many miles to go Promises to keep Countless goldfields to reap To be rich is to seek To relive a memory