See them tumbling down,
Pledging their love to the ground!
Lonely, but free, I'll be found,
Drifting along with the tumbling tumbleweeds . . .
Cares of the past are behind,
Nowhere to go, but I'll find,
Just where the trail will wind,
Drifting along with the tumblin' tumbleweeds . . .
I know when night is gone,
That a new world's born at dawn!
I'll keep rolling along,
Deep in my heart as a song,
Here on the range I belong,
Drifting along with the tumbling tumbleweeds . . .
( Tumbleweeds, tumbleweeds!
See them tumbling down,
Pledging their love to the ground! )
Lonely, but free, I'll be found,
Drifting along with the tumblin' tumbleweeds . . .
I know ( I Know! ) when night is gone ( hmmm . . . )
That a new world's born at dawn!
I'll keep rolling along,
Deep in my heart as a song,
Here on the range I belong,
( Drifting along with the tumbling tumbleweeds . . . )
Drifting along with the tumblin' tumbleweeds . . .
( Tumbleweeds, tumbleweeds . . . )
Tumble . . . weeds . . .
Words and Music by Bob Nolan, 1934
