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"