Summertime and the living easy
Fish are jumping and the cotton is high
Oh, your daddy's rich and your ma is good looking
So hush, little baby, don't you cry

One of these morning's you're going to rise up singing
Then you'll spread your wings and you'll take to the sky
But until that morning there is nothing to harm you
So hush, little baby, don't you cry

One of these morning's you're going to rise up singing
Then you'll spread your wings and you'll take to the sky
But until that morning there is nothing to harm you
With daddy and mama standing by 

Summertime
Summertime