Summertime,
And the livin' is easy
Fish are jumpin'
And the cotton is high
Your daddy's rich
And your mamma's good lookin'
So hush my little baby
Don't you cry
One of these mornings
You're gonna rise up singing
in your spread your wings
And take to the sky
But till that morning
There's nothing gonna harm you,
With your daddy and mama standing by oh