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

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