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
