Summertime

Summertime and the livin' is easy

Fish are jumpin' and the cotton is high

Oh, your daddy's rich and your ma is good-lookin'

So hush, little baby, don't you cry

One of these mornings you're goin' to rise up singin'

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

But 'til that mornin' there's a-nothin' can harm you

With Daddy and Mammy standing by

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