My Father’s Daughter

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