Twilight on the Trail by Perry Como Lyrics

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"