Perry Como - Twilight On The Trail Lyrics
When its twilight on the trail,And I jog along,The world is like a dreamAnd the ripple of the stream is my song . . .When its twilight on the trail,And I rest once more,My ceiling is the skyAnd 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 mineUnderneath the lonesome pine on the hill . . .( underneath the lonesome pine on the hill . . . )When its twilight on the trail . . .