Summertime And the livin´ is easy Fish are jumpin´ And the cotton, the cotton is high
Oh, your daddy, he´s rich And your ma, she´s good lookin´ So hush, little baby Don´t you cry
One of these mornings You´re gonna rise up singing You gonna spread your wings And take, and take to the sky Until that morning Ain´t nothing can harm you With daddy and mammy standing by