Lazy Afternoon — Barbra Streisand

Its a lazy afternoon

And the beetle bugs are zooming

And the tulip trees are blooming

And theres not another human in view,

But us two

Its a lazy afternoon

And the farmer leaves his reaping

And the meadow cows are sleeping

And the speckled trouts 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

Its a hazy afternoon

And I know a place thats quiet, except for daisies running riot

And theres no one passing by it to see

Come spend this lazy afternoon with me