Here is a short but sweet one that I wrote for my daughter. Before she learned to walk or even crawl yet, she was a champion roller. She would roll across the length of a twenty-foot long room without blinking an eye. She was actually late to the crawling game because she could get where she wanted by rolling, and pretty much almost skipped crawling altogether and went from rolling to walking. It was a comical and impressive spectacle.
Her rolling days are behind her but her baby brother is just starting to get into the act. Who knows if he will be as skilled as his sister in the rolling arts, but if nothing else he gives me a reason to sing this soft little song again. And if you listen close, you can hear him adding his vocal stylings from off-camera. The kid is a natural.
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Little Tumbleweed
Roll, roll, roll little tumbleweed, roll on
Roll, roll, roll little tumbleweed, roll on
As long as you roll back to me when you’re done
I know that it’s hard, it’s hard to stay still
In this brand new world, full of brand new thrills
But if you don’t roll back to me soon
I guess I’m gonna have to roll on back to you
Roll, roll, roll little tumbleweed, roll on
Roll, roll, roll little tumbleweed, roll on
As long as you roll back to me when you’re done
I know that it’s hard, to stay in one place
In this brand new world, full of brand new tastes
But if you don’t roll back to me soon
I guess I’m gonna have to roll on back to you
Roll, roll, roll little tumbleweed, roll on
Roll, roll, roll little tumbleweed, roll on
As long as you roll back to me when you’re done
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