summertime

summertime and the livin' is easy

fish are jumpin' and the cotton is high

oh your daddy's rich and your ma is good lookin'

so hush little baby

don't you cry

one of these mornings

you're goin' to rise up singing

then you'll spread your wings

and you'll take the sky

but till that morning

there's a nothin' can harm you

with daddy and mammy standin' by