Perry Como - 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 . . .

~ from the 1936 Paramount film "The Trail of the Lonesome Pine"
Music by Louis Alter and lyrics by Sidney D. Mitchell, 1936