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 meadow cows are sleeping
and the speckled trout stops
leaping upstream
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 daises running riot
and there's no one passing
by it to see
Come spend this lazy afternoon
with me
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 daises running riot
and there's no one passing
by it to see
Come spend this lazy afternoon
with me