TWILIGHT ON THE TRAIL
(Sidney D Mitchell / Louis Alter)

as recorded by Nat "King" Cole
with orchestra conducted by Belford Hendricks
1962


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 there's twilight on the trail
And my voice is still,
Please plant this heart of mine
Underneath the lonesome pine
On the hill.

Where there's twilight on the trail.



(Transcribed by Peter Akers - October 2015)