Twilight On The Trail

When its twilight on the trail,
And I jog along,
The world is like a dream
And the ripple of the stream is my song
When its 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 its 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 its twilight on the trail,
And my voice is still,
Please plant this heart of mine
Underneath the lonesome pine on the hill
When its twilight on the trail