Summertime

Summertime, and the livin' is easy

Fish are jumpin' and the cotton is high

Your daddy's rich, and your momma's good lookin'

So hush little baby, don't you cry

One of these mornings, you're gonna rise up singing

Then you'll spread your wings and you'll take to the sky

But till that morning, there's a nothin' can harm you

With daddy and mammy standing by