She stepped off of the boat to see flowers in his hands
The man she would marry was as hard as the mountains
She had his children in a one room log cabin
Soon I'd be another star in this family's constellation
In the land of the midnight sun
Searching for goldI am my father's daughter
He has his mother's eyes
I am the product of their sacrifice
I am the accumulation of the dreams of generations
And their stories live in me like holy water
I am my father's daughter
My father raised me in a one room log cabin
And he sang for me the songs his mother sang for him
And honkey-tonks, and empty bars, just me and him
And that old guitar
He passed on a legacy wrapped up in a melody
That I carry on
Searching for goldI am my father's daughter
I have my Gramma's eyes
I am the product of their sacrifice
I am the accumulation of the dreams of generations
And their stories live in me like holy water
I am my father's daughterAnd every time I step on stage
And the music finds me
I don't need gold to remind me
That I am my father's daughter
I have my Grandma's eyes
I am the product of such sacrifice
I am the accumulation of the dreams of generations
And their stories live in me like holy water
I am my father's daughter
I am my father's daughter
Oh, I am my father's daughter
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