Summertime - Fantasia Barrino

Summertime and the livin' is easy

Fish are jumpin'

And the cotton is high



You're daddy's rich

And your mom is good lookin'

So hush little baby

Don't you cry



One of these mornin'

You're gonna rise up singin'

Then you'll spread your wings

And fly to the sky



But 'til that mornin'there's nothing can harm you

with mommy and daddy standing by