Summertime, and the livin' is easy
Fish are jumpin' and the cotton is high
Oh, your daddy's rich.
and your ma is good-lookin'
So hush, little baby, don't you cry.
One of these mornings you're gonna rise up singing
And you'll spread your wings and you'll take to the sky
But till that morning, there ain't nothin' can harm you
With daddy and mammy standin' by...
