Summertime
And the livin' is easy
Fish are jumpin'
And the cotton is high
Your daddy's rich
And your mama's good-lookin'
So hush, little baby, don't you cry
One of these mornin's
You're gonna rise up singin';
You're gonna spread your wings and take to the sky
But 'til that mornin'
Ain't nothin' can harm you
With daddy and mammy standin' by
