Текст песни Lazy Afternoon - Philip Quast

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 meadow, cows are sleeping
And the speckled trout stop leaping
Upstream
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