Summertime
And the livin' is easy.
Fish are jumpin'
And the cotton is high.
You're daddy's rich.
And your mom is good lookin'
So hush little baby.
Don't you cry
One of these mornings
You’re gonna rise up singing
Then you spread your wings
And fly to the sky
But till the mornin’
There’s nothing can harm you
With mama and daddy
Standing by
One of these mornings
You’re gonna rise up singing
Then spread your wings
And fly to the sky
But till that morning
There’s nothin’ can harm you
With mama and daddy
Standing by