A Lazy Afternoon

painting by Andrew Wyeth 1947

It's a lazy afternoon

And the beetle bugs are zooming

And the tulip 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 trouts stop leaping up stream

As we dream

A far pink cloud hangs over the hill

Unfolding like a willow

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 spend this lazy afternoon [with me].

Lyrics by John La Touche and Music by Jerome Moross from The Golden Apple

 Can the following performance by Shirley Horn, Buster Williams, and Billy Hart be any lazier?

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