[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 ambiance thrilling [MRS. SEGSTROM:] The spirits unsteady The flesh far from 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 slink Ing 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