Teksty: Mary Chapin Carpenter. Twilight.

The sun's going down past the pines
Shadows grow long down the hill
Follow the path known by heart
Down to the wide open fields

Now that it's twilight
Twilight
Now that it's twilight, twilight

The morning mist burned off by noon
The dogs never moved from the shade
The mountains were bluer than blue
But the best of the day has been saved

You and me, you and me, you and me
You and me, you and me, you and me ...

Now we'll be led by eventide's hand
'Til then we'll walk through the gloaming
Back on up the hill once again
Done with another day's roaming

Now that it's twilight, twilight
Magical twilight, twilight