Summertime
And the living is easy
Fish are jumping
And the cotton is high

Oh, your Daddy's rich
And your Ma is good-looking
So hush, little baby
Don't you cry

One of these mornings
You're gonna rise up singing
You're gonna spread your wings
And take to the sky

But till that morning
There ain't nothing can harm you
With Daddy and Mammy
Standing by

Summertime
Summertime
Summertime