Night Waltz 2 - The Sun Sits Low

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.