Summertime and the living is easy 

Fish are jumping and the cotton is high 

Oh, your Daddy's rich and your Momma's good looking 

So hush, little baby, don't you cry 



One of these mornings, you're gonna rise up singing 

Then you'll spread your wings and you'll take the sky 

But till that morning there's nothing can harm you 

With Daddy and Mommy standing by