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"