To be rich is to still remember
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 the memory

Far off lands, quests of old
Self respect, true grit
Never cared of 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 the memory

All the strangers on your path
Crossroads the letters from home
The cooling embers of yuletide hearth
All the sounds of wilderness
The truth in which 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 the 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 the memory