Lazy Afternoon
It's a lazy afternoonAnd the beetle bugs are zoomingAnd the tulip trees are bloomingAnd there's not another human in view,But us twoIt's a lazy afternoonAnd the farmer leaves his reapingAnd the meadow cows are sleepingAnd the speckled trouts stop leaping up streamAs we dreamA far pink cloud hangs over the hillUnfolding like a roseIf you hold my hand and sit real still,You can hear the grass as it growsIt's a hazy afternoonAnd I know a place that's quiet, except for daisies running riotAnd there's no one passing by it to seeCome spend this lazy afternoon with me