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
with lyrics by
Sidney D. Mitchell, 1936
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