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

and the meadow 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