Summertime and the livin´s easy Fish are jumpin´, and the cotton is high Oh yo´ daddy´s rich and yo´ ma is good lookin´ So hush, little baby, don´ yo´ cry
One of these mornin´s you goin´ to rise un singin´ Then you´ll spread yo´ wings an´ you´ll take the sky But till that mornin´, there´s a-nothin´ can harm you With Daddy and Mammy standin´ by