Lazy Afternoon - Ernestine Anderson

It’s a lazy afternoon

And the beetle bugs are zoomin'

And the tulip trees are bloomin'

And there’s not another human in view

But us two.

It’s a lazy afternoon

And the farmer leaves his reapin'

In the meadow cows are sleepin'

And the speckled trout stop leapin' up stream

As we dream.

A fat pink cloud hangs over the hill

Unfoldin' 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, 'cept for daisies running riot

And there’s no one passing by it to see

Come spend this lazy afternoon with me