Lazy Afternoon

Lazy Afternoon
music by Jerome Moross (left)
lyric by John Latouche (right)

It's a lazy afternoon and the beetle bugs are zooming,
And the julip 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,
And the meadow cows are sleeping,
And the speckled trout stop leaping up stream, as we dream.

A far 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 and spend this lazy afternoon with me.