Friday, July 22, 2011

Does this song paint a picture of summers' past?

Lazy Afternoon
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 stops leapin' up stream 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,
Cept for daisies runnin' riot,
And there's no one passin' by it to see;
Come spend this lazy afternoon with me.

Words and musisc by John Ltouche, and Jerome Moross

I want to know...where is the willow tree, a quilt on the ground and a glass of
sweet tea?

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