Summertime
And the living is easy
Fish are jumping
And the cotton is high
Oh, 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 till that morning
There ain't nothing can harm you
With Daddy and Mammy
Standing by
Summertime
Summertime
Summertime