[Intro] (Instrumental – acoustic guitar, fiddle, tin whistle) [Verse 1] I was a cowboy in Nevada, dust upon my skin, Mont Blanc and Kilimanjaro still remember when. More than sixty-five countries carved into my eyes, Twice I crossed all Europe on two wheels beneath wide skies. [Pre-Chorus] So many stories, so many roads, And luck kept walking where I chose. [Chorus] I am rich, yes, I am rich, Not in gold, but in moments time can’t switch. Four kids, one woman holding me tight, I’ve lived enough for three lifetimes of light. Always people standing by my side, Their love’s the reason I feel rich inside. [Verse 2] Gravel tracks and ferry lights, cold mountain air, Alpine passes, Irish coasts – they’re all still there. Every storm that hit me taught me what is true: It’s the hands that hold you when the world breaks through. [Pre-Chorus] So many stories, so many roads, And luck kept walking where I chose. [Chorus] I am rich, yes, I am rich, Not in gold, but in moments time can’t switch. Four kids, one woman holding me tight, I’ve lived enough for three lifetimes of light. Always people standing by my side, Their love’s the reason I feel rich inside. [Bridge] (Spoken, calm, storytelling) I learned this much: wealth don’t live in coins or land, It lives in faces that still understand. In the voices calling when the night gets long, In the knowledge: I was loved – and that is strong. [Chorus – Final, bigger] I am rich, yes, I am rich, Not in gold, but in moments time can’t switch. Four kids, one woman holding me tight, I’ve lived enough for three lifetimes of light. Always people standing by my side, Their love’s the reason I feel rich inside. [Outro] (Instrumental – fiddle & tin whistle fade out)
