Twilight On The Trail
Sidney D. Mitchell - Louis Alter
1956

When it's twilight on the trail, 
And I jog along, 
The world is like a dream 
And the ripple of the stream is my song.

When it's twilight on the trail, 
And I rest once more, 
My ceiling is the sky 
And the grass on which I lie is my floor.

Never ever have a nickel in my jeans, 
Never ever have a debt to pay, 
Still I understand what real contentment means, 
Guess I was born that way.

When it's twilight on the trail, 
And my voice is still, 
Please plant this heart of mine 
Underneath the lonesome pine on the hill.

Guess I was born that way.

When it's twilight on the trail, 
And my voice is still, 
Please plant this heart of mine 
Underneath the lonesome pine on the hill.
When it's twilight on the trail.