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