[MRS. ANDERSSEN]
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...

[MRS. ANDERSSEN, MRS. NORDSTROM & MRS. SEGSTROM]
How enthralling!
It's

[MR. ERLANSEN]
Nine o'clock...
[MR. LINDQUIST]
Twilight...

[MRS. ANDERSSEN, MRS. NORDSTROM & MRS. SEGSTROM]
Slowly crawling
Towards

[MR. ERLANSEN]
Ten o'clock...

[MR. LINDQUIST]
Twilight...

[MRS. ANDERSSEN, MRS. NORDSTROM & MRS. SEGSTROM]
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