To be rich is to still re-member

To treasure your first 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 gold fields to reap

To be rich is to seek, to relive a memory

Far off lands, quests of old

Self respect, true grit

Never care 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 gold fields 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 heart

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 gold fields to reap

To be rich is to seek, to relive a memory

Story of your life, time of solitude and strife

Freedom of an open road, hope and many miles to go

Promises to keep, countless gold fields to reap

To be rich is to seek, to relive a memory