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.