It's A Lazy Afternoon Songtext
von Helen Merrill

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