summertime

Summertime

an' the living is easy

fish are jumping

an' the cotton is high

oh, yo' daddy's rich

and yo' ma is good lookin'

so hush, little baby,

don't you cry.

One of these mornings

you going' to rise up

singin' then you'll

spread yo' wings

an' you'll take

the sky

But till that morningg

there's a nothin' can harm you

with daddy and mom

standin' by