JEFF MILLER

In a weather beaten cedar chest, ...  all my mothers dreams

Filled with hopes and yesterdays, till it opened at the seams

In among the woven blankets, a picture stained with tears

Of a hard man she had seldom seen, but held for 30 years

And crusty ancient sourdoughs, who knew every soul in hell

Told it as a legend, a story I knew well

Of a drunken ol' prospector, who wandered all his li...fe

Tradin' grubstake and provisions, .. for another Indian wife

So I followed in your footsteps, from Scaggway on to Nome

From Valdieze, up to Prudue Bay, the Great Land is my home

You earned your reputation, where all the rivers froze

No question, I'm your daughter, the one you called your Rose

Now often times I wonder, how much we're the same

Well It's something in the blood, and it's something in the name

Livin' with this reputation, that everybody knows

No question I'm you daughter, but am I still your Rose

(c) 1987