Night Waltz II (The Sun Sits Low)

The sun sits low
And the vespers ring
And the shadows grow
And the crickets sing
And it's.

Look! Is that the moon?
Yes
What a lovely afternoon!
Yes
The evening air
Doesn't feel quite right.

In the not-quite glare
Of the not-quite night
And it's
Wait! Is that a star?

No
Just the glow of a cigar
Oh
The atmosphere's becoming heady
The ambiance thrilling
The spirits unsteady
The flesh far from willing.

To be perpetually ready
Is far from fulfilling
But wait! The sun is dipping
Where?--You're right! It's dropping
Look! At last it's slipping
Sorry, my mistake, it's stopping.

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.

Surprise of surprises
It instantly rises
Again.