Lazy Afternoon

It's a lazy afternoon
And the beetlebugs are swooning
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
And the meadow cows are sleeping
And the speckled trout stop leaping upstream
As we dream

A far pink cloud hangs over the hill
Unfolding like a rose
If you hold my hand and sit really still
You can hear the grass as it grows
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