Summertime and the livin' is easy Fish are
jumpin', and cotton is high. Oh your daddy's rich, and your ma is good
lookin' So hush, little baby, don' yo' cry.
One of these
mornin's you're goin' to rise up singin', Then you'll spread you're
wings an you'll take the sky. But till that mornin, there's a-nothin'
can harm you With Daddy and Mammy standin'
by.
