Summertime

Summertime

And the living is easy

Fish are jumping

And the cotton is high



Well, your Daddy's rich

And your Ma is good-looking

So hush, little baby

Don't you cry



One of these mornings

You're gonna rise up singing

You're gonna spread your wings

And take to the sky



But until that morning

There ain't nothing gonna harm you

With Daddy and Mammy

Standing by



One of these mornings

You're gonna rise up singing

And I know you'll spread your wings

And you'll take to the sky

Whoa, yeah



Yeah, until that morning

Nothing, no nothing's gonna harm you



With Daddy and Mammy

Standin' by



Summertime

Summer

Time!

Summertime, summertime