But us two
It's a lazy afternoon
And there's no one passing by it to see
Except for daisies running riot
If you hold my hand and sit real still
A far pink cloud hangs over the hill
And the farmer leaves his reaping
It's a hazy afternoon
And there's not another human in view
You can hear the grass as it grows
Unfolding like a rose
And the meadow cows are sleeping
And the tulip trees are blooming
As we dream
And the speckled trouts stop leaping up stream
And I know a place that's quiet