Twilight on the Trail

Twilight on the Trail - Bing Crosby (平克·勞斯)/The Foursome/John Scott Trotter's Frying Pan Five

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

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

On the hill