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.