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