Summertime an´ the livin´ is easy

Fish are jumpin´ an´ the cotton is high.

Oh, yo´ daddy´s rich,

An´ yo´ ma is good lookin´!

So hush, little baby, don´ - you cry.



one of these mornin´s

you goin´ to rise up singing!

Then you´ll spread yo´ wings -

an´ you´ll take the sky.

But till that mornin´ there´s

a nothin´ can harm you.

With Daddy an´ Mammy standin´ by.