Summertime

Summertime
And the livin' is easy
Fish are jumpin'
And the cotton is high
Oh, your daddy's rich
And your momma's good lookin'
So hush, little baby, don't you cry

I said: One of these mornings
You're gonna wake up crying
Then you'll spread your wings
And you'll take to the sky

But till that morning
There's a'nothing can harm you
With your Daddy and Mammy standing by