Johnnie Ray
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 . . .
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- Miscellaneous
- Western Classics
- Give Me Time
- Street Of Memories
- The Album Collection Plus 1951-1959
- Hey There
- Just Walking in the Rain
- The Best Of
- Vintage Gold
- The Crucial Collection
- The Little White Cloud That Cried (Performed Live On The...
- Essential Masters
- Johnnie Ray & The Billy Taylor Trio Jam The Hits
- In the Candlelight
- The Ultimate Collection
- It All Depends on You
- The Great American Composers: Sammy Cahn
- Northern Songs - Beatles Beginnings, Vol. 7
- An Ordinary Couple
- Cry