Summertime

Summertime,
and the living is easy
Fish are jumping,
and the cotton is high
though you Daddy is rich,
and yo' Ma is good looking,
so hush little baby,
don't you cry,
One of these mornings,
you are gonna rise up singing,
then you'll spread your wings
and you'll take to the sky,
but till that morning comes,
there's a nothing can harm you,
with daddy an' Mama standing by...