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

            alter • mitchell