Great Songs of the Old West

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

Some trails are happy ones,
Others are blue.

It's the way you ride the trail that counts,
Here's a happy one for you.

Happy trails to you,
Until we meet again.
Happy trails to you,
Keep smiling until then.

Who cares about the clouds when we're together?
Just sing a song, and bring the sunny weather.

Happy trails to you,
Until we meet again.