Summertime

Summertime

And the livin' is easy

Fish are jumpin

And the cotton is high

Your daddy's rich

And your ma is good-lookin

So hush,little babbie,don't you cry

One of these mornings

You're gonna rise up singing,sining

You'll spread your wings

And you'll take to the sky

But till that morning

There ain't nothin' that can,nothing that can harm you,no,no

With daddy and your mother standin' by

Don't you cry

So don't you cry

Don't you cry

Don't you cry