Summertime

Summertime
And the living is easy
Fish are jumping
And the cotton is high

Your daddy is rich
And your mama is good-looking
So hush, little baby
Don't you cry!

One of these mornings
You're gonna rise up singing
That you'll spread your wings
Up to the sky!

'Til that morning
There ain't nothing can harm you
With daddy and mammy
Standing, hey, by!

Summertime
And the living is easy
Fish are jumping
And the cotton is high

Your daddy's rich
And your mama is good-looking
So hush, little baby
Don't you
Cry!