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...Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.