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 log cabin Soon I'd be another star in this family's constellation In the land of the midnight sun Searching for gold I am my father's daughter He has his mother's eyes I am the product of her 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 an old log cabin And he sang for me the songs his mother sang to him In honky-tonks, and empty bars, just me and him And that old guitar He passed on a legacy wrapped up in a melody And I carry on Searching for gold I am my father's daughter I have his eyes I am the product of his 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 And every time I step on stage And the music finds me I don't need gold to remind me 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 Oh, I am my father's daughter