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Lyrics for 'Twilight On The Trail' by 'Perry Como'
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 . . .
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