The sun sits low,
Diffusing its usual glow
Five o'clock,
Twilight
Vespers sound,
And it's six o'clock,
Twilight
All around
QUINTET
But the sun sits low,
As low as it's going to go
MR ERLANSEN
Eight o'clock
MR LINDQUIST
Twilight
WOMEN
How enthralling
MR ERLANSEN
It's nine o'clock
MR LINDQUIST
Twilight
WOMEN
Slowly crawling
Towards
MR ERLANSEN
Ten o'clock
MR LINDQUIST
Twilight
WOMEN
Crickets calling
QUINTET
The vespers ring,
The nightingale's waiting to sing,
The rest of us wait on a string
Perpetual sunset
Is rather an unset-
Tling thing
The sun won't set,
It's fruitless to hope or to fret,
It's dark as it's going to get
The hands on the clock turn,
But don't sing a nocturne
Just yet