Summertime

And the livin' is easy

Fish are jumpin'

And the cotton, the cotton is high

Oh, your daddy, he's rich

And your ma, she's good lookin'

So hush, little baby

Don't you cry

One of these mornings

You're gonna rise up singing

You gonna spread your wings

And take, and take to the sky

Until that morning

Ain't nothing can harm you

With daddy and mammy standing by

Standing by

Standing by, little baby

Standing by