Lyrics Lazy Afternoon - Ann Hampton Callaway

Lazy Afternoon

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
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, with me