By degrees, the sun will sink down the horizon,
And shadows of grapes and trees lengthened
The heat will decrease, but be calm, cowboys,
The perfect evening we dreamt of had come
One of chilly but soothing pure countryside air
I heard the happy neighing of a horse outside
It is time to ride off toward the golden sunset
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