George Gershwin
Summertime
Summertime and the livin' is easy
Fish are jumpin' and the cotton is high
Oh well, 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 gonna wake up [?]
And you'll spread your wings
And you'll take to the sky
But 'til that morning
There's a-nothin' can harm you
With daddy and mammy standin' by