Summertime

Summertime

And the living is easy

Fish are jumping

And cotton is high

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

Then you'll spread your wings

And take to the sky

But until that morning

There is nothing can harm you

No, no, no, no

With your daddy and mommy

Standing by