(Ira Gershwin / George Gershwin, Heyward Du Bose)


Summertime, and the living is easy

Fish are jumping

And the cotton is high


Your daddies'rich

And your ma is good looking

So hush, little baby, don't you cry

One of these mornings you're gonna rise and sing

Then you'll spread your wings

And you'll take to the sky

But 'till that morning

There's nothing can harm you

With your daddy and mommy

Standing by, don't you cry