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O
Tumbleweed where do you go driven,
Along like the fast driven snow,
To see the other side of this mountain if,
You really have to know.
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But what is there that isn’t here,
O Tumbleweed that you have got to see,
On the morning side of this,
Mountain that is where I want to be.
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The grass is greener, the flowers have,
More color and the creeks are clear,
But O Tumbleweed isn’t that what,
You said before coming here.
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Your valley here is beautiful that I must say,
But I still have to move along,
The next valley is fresh and new and,
The birds sing a sweeter song.
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The mountain peaks are snowy white and,
Reaching for the clear blue sky,
The fleecy white clouds never stopping,
But go dancing right on by.
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A lot like me those clouds have to be,
They have many, many places to see,
And staying in anyone place very long is,
Just not very good for me.
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O Tumbleweed have you no roots and,
Sometimes aren’t you very lonely,
O Tumbleweed the beauty that,
You speak about is not for you only.
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Isn’t there someone O Tumbleweed that,
You with all of this like to share,
Someone to love, to smile and to laugh,
And someone who would care.
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Someone to hear, to see the same,
Meadowlarks singing their happy song,
Someone that is just like me,
Who has loved you for Oh so long.
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©Dale L. Neill
July 27, 2004
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