Tumbleweed Testo

Drifting along with the tumbling Tumbleweed.
Cares of the past are behind,
Nowhere to go but I'll find
Just where the trail will wind,
Drifting along with the tumbling Tumbleweed.
I know when night is gone a new world's born at dawn,
I'll keep strolling along,
Deep in my heart is a song,
Here on the range I belong
Drifting along with the tumbling Tumbleweed.
from railone@aol.com