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