Summertime

summertime

and the livinis easy

fish are jumpin

and the cotton is high

oh your daddy is rich

and your ma is good looking

so hush little baby

dont you cry

one of these morning

youe going to rise up singing

and you@ll spread your wings

and you@ll take to the sky

but till that morning

theres no one can harm you baby

oh daddy and mammy

standin by