Summertime, and the living is easy
fish are jumping, and the cotton is high
your daddy's rich, and your mom is good looking
so hush pretty baby, don't you cry
 
One of these mornings
you're gonna rise up singing
you're gonna spread your wings
and take off to the sky
 
but until that morning
there is nothing gonna harm you
with daddy and mommy standing by
 
 
Zomertijd, en et leven is gemakkelijk
de visse springe, et katoen stod al oêg
ù patshen is rijk, en ù mae mag 'er weze
oud ù bakkes plat boeleke, blet ni miêr
 
ne schoêne morgend, stade gij ier te zinge
plezaente liekes, meh vuil tekste derbij
mor tot diê morgend, godde gij ù bedwinge
want papa en mama die houwe ni van vetzakkerij