Summertime,
and the livin' is easy.
Fish are jumpin',
and the cotton is high.

Your daddy's rich,
and your mom is good lookin'.
So hush little baby,
don't you cry.

One of these mornings,
you're gonna rise up singing.
You're gonna spread your wings,
and you'll take to the sky.

Until that morning,
there ain't nothing gonna harm you,
with daddy and mommy standing by.

Summertime,
and the livin' is easy.
Fish are jumpin',
and the cotton is high.

Your daddy's rich,
and your mom is good lookin'.
So hush little baby,
don't you cry.

One of these mornings,
you're gonna rise up singing.
You're gonna spread your wings,
and you'll take to the sky.

Until that morning,
there ain't nothing gonna harm you,
with daddy and mommy standing by.