Lazy Afternoon

It's a lazy afternoon

And the beetle bugs are zooming

And the tulip trees are blooming

And there's not another human in view,

But us two

It's a lazy afternoon

And the farmer leaves his reaping

In the meadows cows are sleeping

And the speckled trouts stop leaping up stream

As we dream

A fat pink cloud hangs over the hill

Unfolding like a rose

If you hold my hand and sit real still,

You can hear the grass as it grows

It's a hazy afternoon

And I know a place that's quiet, except for daisies running riot

And there's no one passing by it to see

Come spend this lazy afternoon with me