P : PERRY COMO : Saturday Night With Mr. C. (1958)
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 . . .
( underneath the lonesome pine on the hill . . . )
When it's twilight on the trail . . .
Other lyrics from Saturday Night With Mr. C. (1958) album
- Almost Like Being in Love
- Like Someone in Love
- You Are Never Far Away from Me
- It Could Happen to You
- It Had to Be You
- Gypsy in My Soul
- Little Man You've Had a Busy Day
- Whiffenpoof Song
- Love Letters
- You Made Me Love You
- Red Sails in The Sunset
- When I Fall in Love
- Begin The Beguine
- Accentuate The Positive
- Twilight on The Trail
- Vaya Con Dios
- Between The Devil & The Deep Blue Sea
- Birth of The Blues
- Come Rain or Come Shine
- I May Be Wrong
- We Get Letters
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