Paroles de Night Waltz 1- The Sun Won't Set

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... 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.