Summertime

Summertime

Child, your living's easy.

Fish are, fish are jumping out

And the cotton, Lord

Cotton's high, Lord so high.

Your dad's rich

And your ma is so good-looking, baby.

She's a-looking pretty fine to me now

Hush, baby, baby, baby, baby now

No, no, no, no, no, no, no

Don't you cry, don't you cry.

One of these mornings

You're gonna rise, rise up singing

You're gonna spread your wings, child

And take, take to the sky

Lord, the sky.

But until that morning

Honey, n-n-nothing's going to harm you now

No, no, no no, no no, no...