Holly Cole - Lazy Afternoon

It's a lazy afternoon
And the beetle bugs are zooming
And the tulip trees are blooming
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 stops 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
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
As we dream