Friday, June 24, 2011

Summer Songs, #3 In A Series... Lazy Afternoon


It's a lazy afternoon
& the beetle bugs are zooming
& the tulip trees are blooming
& there's not another human in view but us 2

It's a lazy afternoon
& the farmer leaves his reaping
In the meadow cows are sleeping
& the speckled trouts stop leaping upstream as we dream

A far pink cloud hangs over a hill
Unfolding like a rose
If you hold my hand & sit real still
You can hear the grass as it grows

It's a hazy afternoon
& I know a place that's quiet except for daisies running riot
& there's
no one passing by it to see
Come spend this lazy afternoon with me
Come spend this lazy afternoon with me
Lazy afternoon

It's a hazy afternoon
& I know a place that's quiet except for daisies running riot
& there's no one passing by it to see
Come spend this lazy afternoon with me, with me


John La Touche
1954

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