Summertime

Summertime and the living is easy

Fish are jumping jumping and the cotton is high

Oh oh your daddy's rich and your ma's good looking

So hush little baby don't you cry

One of these mornings you're going to rise up singing

Then you'll spread your wings

And you'll take to the sky

But till that morning

There's nothing can harm you

With your daddy and your mammy standing by

Oh summertime

Summertime