Twilight On The Trail

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 . . .



( underneath the lonesome pine on the hill . . . )

When it's twilight on the trail . . .


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