Lyrics Lazy Afternoon (The World of Cecil Taylor) - Cecil Taylor

Lazy Afternoon (The World of Cecil Taylor)

It’s a lazy afternoon
All the beetle bugs are zooming
And the tulip treas are blooming
and there’s not another human in view
but us two
It’s a lazy afternoon
and the farmer does his reaping
in the meadow cows are creeping
and the speckled trout are leaping up street
as they do.
A fat pink cloud
hangs over the hill un folding like a rose
you can take my hand and sit real still
you can hear the grass as it grows.
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