Summertime
Summertime
Summertime
Summertime

Summertime
And the living is easy
Fish are jumping and the cotton is high
Your daddy's rich and your mama's good looking
So hush little baby
Don't you cry

Summertime
Summertime
Summertime
Summertime

One of those mornings
You goin' to rise up singing
Then you'll spread your wings
And you'll take the sky

But till that morning
There's a nothing can harm you
With daddy and mama standing by
Summertime
Summertime
Summertime
Summertime