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 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 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 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