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, [bad word] grit
Never care, lot of 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 hearth
All the songs of wilderness
The [bad word] 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