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 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