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Sam Cooke

Twilight On The Trail

 

Twilight On The Trail

(album: Swing Low - 1961)


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...

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