Dusk के बोल

So I'm often told the dusk, it clears the way somehow Light between the leaves is casting this town green I'm on the fence I'm on the fence, looking for some hope for us Now the day is done, the dusk descends There's nothing ​finer than the draw of summer's spell The cypress trees are swaying in the ​drunken wind Your ​looks are kind These are the times, I cannot refuse them Maybe there's no harm in trying Myriad of hope is coming soon Dusk is rolling in Dusk is rolling in Dusk is rolling in Dusk is rolling in ​It rolls ​It rolls ​It rolls ​It rolls Dusk is rolling in Dusk is rolling in Dusk is rolling in Dusk is rolling in ​It rolls ​It rolls ​It rolls ​It rolls