When it's twilight on the trail And I jump along the world is like a dream And the wripple 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 born that way When it's twilight on the trail And my voice is still please plant this heart of mine Underneath that lonesome pine on the hill