Summertime

And the living is easy

Fish are jumping

And the cotton is high

Oh your daddy's rich

And your mom is good looking

So hush little baby

Don't you cry

One of these mornings

You're gonna rise up singing

And then you'll spread your wings

And you'll take to the sky

But till that morning

There's a nothing can harm you

With daddy and mammy

Standing by

Summertime

Summertime