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 gold I 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 gold I 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 daughter And 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