Summertime

Summertime....

An' the livin' is easy

Fish are jumpin'

an' the cotton is high

oh, yo' daddy's rich,

and yo' ma is good looking

so hush little baby don' yo' cry



One of these mornin's

You goin' to rise up singin'

then you'll spread yo' wings

An' you'll take the sky



But till that mornin'

there's a nothin' can harm you

With daddy an' mammy standing by.