Twilight on the Trail
Sam Cooke Lyrics


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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 . . .

Overall Meaning

In Sam Cooke's "Twilight on the Trail," the singer paints a serene picture of life on the trail during the twilight hours. The world becomes a dream and the singer's song becomes the tranquil ripple of a nearby stream. The singer is content with his surroundings and finds joy in nature. He rests on the grassy floor beneath the sprawling sky, with no material worries or debts to pay. The absence of financial burden brings him contentment and he believes that he was born with this innate comfort in simplicity. When twilight fades, the singer surrenders his heart to the lonesome pine on the hill, letting nature consume him once more.


The song's central theme is that of a simpler life; one where nature provides happiness and the wants of a materialist culture have no importance. It is a song about finding beauty in the smallest moments and a call for listeners to appreciate the tranquility of nature. Moreover, the song presents the idea that genuine happiness stems from within oneself rather than the acquisition of material gain.


Line by Line Meaning

When it's twilight on the trail,
As the sun sets on this path,


And I jog along,
I travel down this road,


The world is like a dream
The surroundings appear surreal,


And the ripple of the stream is my song . . .
The peaceful sound of the flowing water is my melody.


When it's twilight on the trail,
As the night approaches,


And I rest once more,
I take a break from the journey,


My ceiling is the sky
The sky above me is a shelter,


And the grass on which I lie is my floor . . .
The earth beneath me is a bed.


Never ever have a nickel in my jeans,
I am always broke,


Never ever have a debt to pay,
But, I never owe anyone any money,


Still I understand what real contentment means,
Despite my financial hardship, I know genuine happiness,


Guess I was born that way . . .
Perhaps I am naturally this way.


When it's twilight on the trail,
As the sun sets on this path,


And my voice is still,
In silence,


Please plant this heart of mine
Bury my heart,


Underneath the lonesome pine on the hill . . .
Beneath the solitary pine tree on the hill.




Writer(s): Louis Alter, Sidney Mitchell

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Phil David


on Goin' Home

The lyric is not “Nothing loss of days...”
It is “Nothing’s lost, all is gain...”
You will notice this actually supports the rhyme.

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