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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 the northern road, hoping 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 care, my fortune, my wife
To seek is to be rich
Story of your life, time of solitude and strife
Freedom of the northern road, hoping 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 that lead us from home
The cooling hymn for soulful Yuletide heart
All the songs of wilderness, the truth in which you fall
They're your lost troves, but that's what you recall
Story of your life, time of solitude and strife
Freedom of the northern road, hoping 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 the northern road, hoping many miles to go
Promises to keep, countless gold fields to reap
To be rich is to seek, to relive the memory