Summertime

Summertime and the living is easy

Fish are jumping and the cotton is high

Your daddy's rich and your ma is good looking

So hush, little baby, don't you cry, hmm

Hmm

One of these mornings you're gonna rise up singing

Then you'll spread your wings and take to the sky

But until that morning, there is nothing can harm you

No, no, no, no

With daddy and mommy standing by

Hmm