[MRS. NORDSTROM]
The sun sits low
And the vespers ring

[MR. ERLANSEN]
And the shadows grow
And the crickets sing
And it's—

[MRS. NORDSTROM]
Look! Is that the moon?

[MR. ERLANSEN]
Yes
What a lovely afternoon

[MRS. NORDSTROM]
Yes

[MR. ERLANSEN]
The evening air
Doesn't feel quite right

[MRS. NORDSTROM]
In the not-quite glare
Of the not-quite night
And it's—
Wait! Is that a star?
[MR. ERLANSEN]
No
Just the glow of a cigar

[MRS. NORDSTROM]
Oh

[MR. LINDQUIST]
The atmosphere's becoming heady
The ambience thrilling

[MRS. SEGSTROM]
The spirit unsteady
The flesh far too willing

[MR. LINDQUIST]
To be perpetually ready
Is far from fulfilling

[MRS. SEGSTROM]
But wait, the sun is dipping

[MR. LINDQUIST]
Where? You're right. It's dropping
Look! At last it's slipping
[MRS. SEGSTROM]
Sorry, my mistake, it's stopping

[QUINTET]
The light is pink
And the air is still
And the sun is slinking
Behind the hill
And when finally it sets
As finally it must
When finally it lets
The moon and stars adjust
When finally we greet the dark
And we're breathing amen...

[MRS. ANDERSSEN]
Surprise of surprises
It instantly rises
Again